Our daughter brought us to Clos Maggiore in King Street Covent Garden for her birthday blow-out dinner. She only had two guests, her parents.
The gracious host and blessing to mankind.
A waiter came to our table and asked if we wanted cheese on our pasta. I saw him grating what I thought was the usual parmiggiano cheese on Oyen’s plate. Then he asked me, I said yes please. Only after he left our table that I discovered that he grated not cheese but a whole truffle. I was focused on taking pictures that was why I didn’t see what he was actually grating. If I had known that it was black truffle I would not make him stop. I just love black truffles.
Because I delivered thru caesarian section, I was only able to stand up and go to the nursery after two days. The pediatrician told me my baby.s so pretty and had pinkish skin and was the cleanest looking baby she had ever delivered.
This girl used to nervously cling to my hands and skirt to make sure I was always by her side.
She was very observant and even when she was still little she would ask me why I looked sad and about to cry. She still does up to now. She asks every single time.
The roles have changed. I am the one clinging to her so I don’t trip and fall. She guides me literally and figuratively. She is a pillar of strength to her parents most especially to her mother. She is a generous sister to her only sibling.
When I was pregnant with her, I prayed fervently that the baby only inherit whatever good genes Edmund and I have. Whatever good and beautiful and none of the negative traits. I also prayed that she be stronger than I was.
God gave me the whole package. Everything in my checklist and even more.