Me posing next to a big bouquet of lilies, my favourite flowers, from Chris and Nicky. The house smells so good!
I was only 24 years old yesterday, hopelessly in love, on my way up the corporate ladder, travelling frequently on business assignments, working long unmanly hours, earning a very good salary.
I am older, but happier. I cannot imagine what my life would be being single and childless. My full-time profession must be über cool, an envy to many and an inspiration to others. Otherwise, why would I wake up this morning to see a breakfast plate filled with love cheerfully greeting me, luring me, "eat me, eat me..."?
and a look-great-and-taste-even-greater birthday cake from Christophe, a cherry cake baked by Oma? I am still feeling high, from a home-made mildly sweetened, lightly carbonated, mushroom drink. Maybe I am suffering from hallucinations. I had better stop typing.
24 hours later, I am married, borne four sons, became a stay-home-mom, moved to Malaysia, then to Germany, and turned 38.
I am older, but happier. I cannot imagine what my life would be being single and childless. My full-time profession must be über cool, an envy to many and an inspiration to others. Otherwise, why would I wake up this morning to see a breakfast plate filled with love cheerfully greeting me, luring me, "eat me, eat me..."?
and a look-great-and-taste-even-greater birthday cake from Christophe, a cherry cake baked by Oma? I am still feeling high, from a home-made mildly sweetened, lightly carbonated, mushroom drink. Maybe I am suffering from hallucinations. I had better stop typing.I will be back to post more about my turning 38. Good night. Hiccup.
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