Tag: Parentals

Dear One Direction

I recently discovered your song “Little things” and all that I can say is WOW.  I’ve probably listened to it a million times and I just don’t get tired of it.  It’s totally cheesy…completely corny…but it appeals to the hopeless romantic that I am deep inside. There is a part of me that becomes complete mush at the thought of a guy serenading a girl…writing her a song or a poem or just a simple, but beautiful and honest love letter. The leaving of a single hand-picked wild flower or the gentle seemingly thoughtless touch in passing.

I mostly blame the parentals for this hopelessly romantic streak I have.  I am very blessed to have parents that after 36 years of marriage are still in love, still hold hands, still kiss and send loving and sickeningly sweet messages to each other and what I realised most last week…are completely miserable without each other. I think they are singlehandedly responsible for my belief that true love exist, good men are still alive, couples should always support each other, trust each other completely (definitely a vital building block), men should be chivalrous, women should behave like ladies and that one simple gesture can be filled with more love than any amount of words could ever explain.

So bear with me as I share with my readers the sickeningly sweet words of this song and share a part of my hopelessly romantic heart:

Your hand fits in mine
Like it’s made just for me
But bear this in mind
It was meant to be
And I’m joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks
And it all makes sense to me

I know you’ve never loved
The crinkles by your eyes
When you smile
You’ve never loved
Your stomach or your thighs,
The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine
But I’ll love them endlessly

I won’t let these little things slip out of my mouth
But if I do
It’s you
Oh, it’s you they add up to
I’m in love with you
And all these little things

You can’t go to bed without a cup of tea
And maybe that’s the reason that you talk in your sleep
And all those conversations are the secrets that I keep
Though it makes no sense to me

I know you’ve never loved
The sound of your voice on tape
You never want
To know how much you weigh
You still love to squeeze into your jeans
But you’re perfect to me

I won’t let these little things slip out of my mouth
But if it’s true
It’s you,
It’s you they add up to
I’m in love with you
And all these little things

You’ll never love yourself half as much as I love you
You’ll never treat yourself right, darling, but I want you to.
If I let you know I’m here for you
Maybe you’ll love yourself like I love you, oh.

And I’ve just let these little things slip out of my mouth
‘Cause it’s you,
Oh, it’s you,
It’s you they add up to
And I’m in love with you
And all these little things

I won’t let these little things slip out of my mouth
But if it’s true
It’s you,
It’s you they add up to
I’m in love with you
And all your little things

Regards
The Hopeless Romantic
xxxx

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Dear Mommy and Daddy Letters

I cannot even begin to explain how incredibly jealous I am.  You guys excitedly phoned me on monday evening to inform me that it was snowing.  On Tuesday morning I woke up to the following pictures on my phone:

Snow1

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Then in the early afternoon I received another call to inform me that it had started snowing once again.  I was sorely tempted to jump in my car and head back home for a couple of days.  We all know how much I love the cold and snow:)  But I was informed that NONE of the roads back home were open….I couldn’t come home even if I really really wanted to.  This morning these pictures from yesterday afternoon awaited me…For the record…I’m VERY jealous:(

Let it snow let it snow let it snow!

Your lovingly jealous daughter

Ruby
xxxxxx

My dearest Parental Unit

Today marks the 35th celebration of the day that you got married. 35 YEARS!!! I consider this to be an exceptional feat in the times we live in.  Our world is filled with broken families who couldn’t survive the challenges that being married to one person for the rest of your life brings, and yet here you stand, 35 years later, still in love, still discovering each other, still enjoying each other and still working towards making your union even more perfect.

I look around at the families of friends, colleagues and family and I realise that I am in an a very blessed position.  Very few of the people I know were able to dodge the bullet of a broken home.  Not only are my parents still married, but they are happily married, which is certainly something to celebrate.

Thank you so much for the beautiful example that you have set for my brother and I.  Thank you for putting me in a position where I can believe in a fairy tale marriage and know that I too can have that.  Thank you for loving each other so much that you faced whatever hard times there might have been and grew into the future together.  I look at the two of you and I smile.  How rare is it that 35 years on you are still holding hands when you walk, delivering little kisses randomly, become completely miserable when you are away from each other for longer than a day and consider each other your best friend.

So here’s a toast to the two of you.  Congratulations on accomplishing something this amazing, and may there be many, many many more of these.  Happy 35th anniversary.

Your loving and devoted daughter
Ruby
xxxx

A celebration

CuteToo cute…caught them on camera while Daddy letter was being all soppy with Mommy letters:)

FavouriteOne of my favourites! I took this picture when we were at the Victory Falls.  It was just so adorable, the two of them walking side by side under the umbrella on this little path, completely unaware of the rest of the world