As he sat with Earl aged 3, my hubby flipped through his phone checking out peoples’ updates. He came across this beautiful picture above and flipped on. Earl flipped it back to the pix and the following conversation took place.
Earl: Daddy, can I hug her?
Daddy (takes the phone close to Earl’s heart and says): Booom
Earl (with exasperation): But I can’t hug her through the phone! Bring her out.
King watched with shock at his reasoning and before he could say anything, Earl continues.
Earl: Daddy, can I marry her?
Daddy (LOL): What do you know about marriage?
Earl replies with conviction, “She’s so beautiful” and repeats again “She’s so beautiful”.
Next day, King is on his way to pick my mum from the airport and informs Earl. And Earl asks him if he would bring the dark girl home with him.
So here’s my take on the matter, I have decided to put up her picture and request that the parents of the above unnamed beauty kindly contact me as a matter of urgency, as the person who had this picture as her DP doesn’t even know her! If you were me, what would you do, if your 3 year old asked you for permission to marry a fine girl?
I missed giving my lyrics on Monday. But I can still do that today…I know it’s not Freedom Friday but I think I reserve that right to add to your lovely day. Enjoy!
I like this theme… all the interpretation running through my mind is out of this world. But for the sake of sanity wink I’ll stick to normal ones…LOL
I see Connect or Connection all around me. Like the knowing arms of a father that guides his children in the right path, away from harm’s way – they connect.
On the Ikoyi bridge, this structure seems to arise as you drive along, connecting one side of the bridge to the other…it is basically for aesthetics and sure lightens up when it’s Christmas.
Each strand of noodle connects to the other. And even when it is broken and cooked, it is difficult picking one up without another tagging along. I ❤ this connection
Beyond the hug that is obvious, we are connected by love, blood and God. The green white green dots on our faces show our love for our country which further connects us as one.
Solitude can be interpreted positively or negatively.
Whenever Jesus wanted to effect a change or ask for strength, He went alone to a solitary place to pray…meaning it could be a time of prayer so as to focus.
Some people enjoy a period of solitude when they are angry or just want to be left alone.
Whatever you choose…
Solitude can be beautiful like this Rock – something solid and grey, surrounded by lush and green, leaves and flowers. They move and sway to the music in the wind, yet alone he stands immovable, desiring, but cannot have.So he stands alone – different, unique and one of a kind!
I thought of taking a pix now of my baby sleeping and he sure looks good when he’s asleep but couldn’t make up my mind. so I decided to post pictures I had taken before now that mean bliss to me…what do you think?
My birthday was on the 8th of November and I was thus inspired to say thank you for sharing these years with me.
Life they say begins at 40 but mine had started years before now
Or how else do I explain the many goodness God has shown
How He has blessed me with a Heritage wise beyond their ages
And a King who reigns in his domain with ease and many graces
A family beyond birth and blood who love me with their lives
Whilst surrounding me with prayers on which I thrive
Friends that love me even when oceans try to separate
Yet at even occasion remind me of how we celebrate
So when I say mine had begun before now
Believe it and don’t ask how?
Rather tap into the Joys of knowing and having God
For with Him it is always good.
Happy birthday to me as I celebrate everyone who shares this day and month with me.
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