They don’t make driving music like they used to …
They don’t make driving music like they used to …
“One of life’s primal situations; the game of hide and seek. Oh the delicious thrill of hiding while the others come looking for you, the delicious terror of being discovered, but what panic when, after a long search, the others abandon you! You must not hide too well. You must not be too good at the game. The player must not be bigger than the game itself.”
The Urban Dictionary defines “wife” as a term “used in reference to the woman with which a man is the most emotionally involved”. A wife also “typically has the characteristics which would make her a desirable long-time partner.”
There seemed to be something lacking in the definition. Thinking that I would stumble across a definition that will describe how my wife means everything to me, I typed the search words “wife + everything.”
What I got was “Swiss Army Wife”, defined as a wife that does everything. My wife is certainly that.
Studies at the University of Maine suggest that the “youngest children in the family are typically the outgoing charmers, the personable manipulators. They are also affectionate, uncomplicated and sometimes a little absent-minded.” However, these studies also say “birth order is not a simple system of stereotyping all first borns as having one personality, with all second-borns another, and last-born kids a third. Instead, birth order is is about tendencies and general characteristics.”
There are tons of literature on birth order and the characteristics of the oldest, middle and youngest children. Regardless of what the ‘experts’ say, our second child, two years younger than his brother, is becoming that tender thread which holds our family tighter.
He will stop whatever he is doing just to tell his mom he loves her. He will break into a run just to plant a kiss on your cheek when you get home. In school, he will put his arms around his brother, which apparently is ‘uncool’ and is a source of embarrassment for nine year olds when they are in front of friends.
He gives names to all the objects in the house, his blanket included. He is a hug waiting to happen. He is a veritable source of information, particularly if you want to know who had a scrape in school or who misbehaved at home.
He is the unconditional love that is his mom. He is the sweetness that was his brother. He is the tenderness that was me.
Dubbed as the Leonardo Da Vinci of our time, Steve Jobs succumbed to pancreatic cancer at the age of 56.
Dropping out from college to found Apple, he said, “you have to trust the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something – your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever.”
I have always believed in something. I do not know what to call it, but I have always believed the universe will respond to our actions. I have always thought that something has got to give, that dreams can become reality, that wanting something really bad can be really good.
iBelieve.