Gratitude

Where does one even begin?

Mom you are a blessing,

One that brings joy without sorrow.

You are a brilliant beacon that illuminates my life.

You are like the sun,

Warm, providing insight and life-giving.

The work you do is thankless but you do it anyway.

You are vital but you don’t expect payment in return.

You radiate love even when I don’t reciprocate it.

How can I not love the Lord when you are in my life?

 

You’ve steered me in the right direction from birth.

Before my birth you displayed great wisdom.

You took care of yourself, preserving my future mother.

You spoke into my life, with God you forged a great destiny.

You prayed for me – saving me from premature death countless times.

You shared your wisdom without cost.

When I didn’t listen you chastened me,

Showing me true love in the process.

Any parts of me that are desirable, you had a hand in forging.

You raised me up in the way that I should go,

If I depart from it, it won’t be your fault…

But worry not, you’ve done that good a job.

 

I have seen you do things that astound me time and time again.

You would work while sick for me.

You would make every effort to give me comfort,

Even at the expense of your own comfort.

You carried me like I wasn’t a heavy burden when…

Let’s face it – I was heavy from birth.

You pampered me when you had little.

You didn’t stop when you gained more.

You made every effort to make sure I had the tools required,

To achieve my dreams.

For that I will be forever grateful.

 

However…
I celebrate you more for your person.

For your unflinching honesty.

For your evident dedication to God.

For your tough love.
For you gentle affection.

For ever striving to improve yourself.

For acknowledging mistakes.

For being a true superwoman – with the humility of one far less.

Sometimes your words are pompous,

But your actions!

They drip humility.

You are a wonderful teacher.

Even when I make “the face” I am still learning.

When I don’t agree I often reflect and think:

“That woman was right.”

You are God sent.
Rejoice!

The things you have deposited in me shall impact the world.

Rejoice!

Your story is just beginning.

You shall be esteemed as only a woman after God’s own heart can.

Rejoice!

From you there is much more to come.

Your personal story doesn’t end any time soon.

You’re just at the starting line,

And I for one am excited to see you flourish as you ought to.

I love you deeply,

I’ll try to convey some of that (because I’m not good enough to convey all of that)

But I do and I wish for you to be full of love, joy and peace,

All the days of your life, you gentle soul.

God bless you.

I thank God for you.

 

Happy birthday Mom.

❤️

 

23 October

Morocco and Saudi sure made something special.

Unlike this rap, which is audible ether.

You on the other hand are a lyrical miracle.

“Pew pew” is the start, “pew pew” ain’t your pinnacle.

“I ain’t got friends.” That’s what you said.

Perhaps that’s true and my name’s Jed.

Honestly though, you really don’t got homies.

Just an army devoted to you – your very own cronies.

What else ends with -onies?

Uhm… Pink plumed ponies!

Even if they’re beaten and they’re gory and red.

Your enemies better run scared.

Coz at the flip of a switch they’ll be right there.

Except for me… I’ll prolly be late.

But don’t sweat it, I’ll bring a machete.

Or come swinging my Helicopter Richard tiny though it may be.

This is my blessing to you on this day.

It won’t be deep… But it’ll prolly be gay.

Your star sign’s Success.

You’re failure’s biggest nightmare.

Dream to infinity and beyond,

Cause you’re A Baz Lightyear.

Nakama, Grow Well

My brother you turn 21 today. I figure as you are the one who introduced me to anime, it would only be fitting if I use your favourite anime character in your message. For your 21st I’ll let Jiraiya do all the talking. Happy birthday bro!

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So to sum it all up. Jiraiya says:

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How you grow is up to you. Grow well.

No. 10

Number 10. We both love football so we can both appreciate just how important a number 10 is. It is no coincidence that our favourite player of all time is a number 10; a playmaker. A number 10 is one who makes things happen, without them the team will struggle to score. Often the number 10 decides whether the game is won or lost. The number 10 can drag a team across the line – sometimes singlehandedly.

This is where you come in Dad. You’re our No. 10! You’re our Christian Eriksen, our Eden Hazard, our Kevin De Bruyne… Our Lionel Messi. You’re a prodigy at what you do and we love you for it. You might not get the equivalent of the Ballon d’Or but you have all our love and appreciation.

Today we’d like to celebrate you and all your awesomeness, technical skills… in spite of a lack of agility. Happy birthday Dad! To an extremely delayed retirement as No. 10!

PS A shame you support Arsenal 😉