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Happy Birthday Abbygail!


You turn 34 today!
I’ve known you for seventeen of those years.
(I’ve known you half your life! :)
We’ve been in love, eight.
And I’ve been privileged to share my life with you,
and walk with you for nearly, six.

I cannot imagine life without you.

You love crazy movies;
(Which you drag me to.)
You can engineer anything out of anything.
(rain gutters out of old bisleri bottles,
window screens out of old packing material.)
You fill our home with warmth.
(occasionally by burning stuff on the stove,
mostly with love and cakes.)
You keep me sane.
(by reminding me, that all we ever need is love and fresh air.)

You’re wiser than me,
stronger than me,
and way cooler than me :)

Happy birthday, sweetheart ❤️
I love you!

Happy Birthday VK!

I lucked out when I met you on Feb 22nd, 1997 at my very first job interview.

For all the photos I’ve shot of people, I still don’t have one of yours :)
You’ve been my guilty secret :P

While my life has been filled with turmoil, for the past fifteen years, you’ve been the one I counted on.
You’ve always been my rock!

You made sure work was a safe haven and a joy to do.

Boss, mentor, big brother, mother, father, best friend, you’ve been all that and more.

You’re the only one I can truly be myself with
I can tell you anything.
You taught me integrity.
You taught me how to form lasting friendships.
You taught me to laugh at myself.
You taught me how to live.

It’s been 20 years now.
You’ve been a big part of me, for more than half my life.
I cannot imagine life without you being there.
Others might come and go, but you’re always the presence that arches over everything.

When I was young and ignorant, I always took you for granted.
When I was older and somewhat wiser, I was too shy to tell you, how I felt.
So even this post is, in a way, cheating.
I’m still too shy and you are still too gruff and big bearish :D

But I am thankful. And I am grateful.
And I do love you.

Happy Birthday!


Happy Birthday Mummy

My mother wants me to write for her …
You wrote for Daddy, she said.
Now write a little something for me too.

Such is Mummy.
Satisfied with love.
So here’s to you Mummy!
Happy 60th!


My mom


Sometimes I think, being a mother is all she ever knows.
She had three boys by the time she was twenty eight.
Daddy worked two jobs, to feed us.
Leaving Mummy to handle three hyperactive boys.
And she did.

Daddy got laid off and was too old to find another job.
While Dad did his carpentry, Mummy figured, she could teach.
With three boys and the home and hearth and god knows how many of the neighbours kids wanting to learn from her.
All this she did.

Well, God’s taking care of us, she thought.
I should give back, she thought
And we don’t have money.
So let me work for him.
With three boys and the home and the little kids coming to learn, there is a little time to go around supporting the Church
As an animator, as an educational resource, an area coordinator, a parish coordinator, a eucharistic minister, a sunday school teacher…
This she did.

And she slogged and struggled and cried and laughed and made her way through life.
She did.

We’re a houseful of boys.
But Mummy’s the strongest.
She carries us all through life.

Her infectous laugh, her naïveté, her determination, her enormous work ethic, have not only inspired us, but a whole generation of people around her.

What little she had, she’s made so much of.

We certainly did not make life any easier for her.
But she still loves us no matter what.

Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy,
it does not boast,
it is not proud.
It does not dishonor others,
it is not self-seeking,
it is not easily angered,
it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth.

It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Thus says the Bible.
That’s my mother, says I
A life well lived, that’s my mother.

All that, she is.