Something to Think About

Marriage

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.  Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.  She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, "You are not a man!" That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.  She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me, her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.  When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

Keep Pushing

Quote of the day:


Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.

Wise Words

Dad really does know best....

"Things happen for a reason I guess.  I don't know why, but they just do."

These words comforted everything that was awful about my day.  Even when he thinks he doesn't have an answer, he does.  He always knows just what to say.  

Thanks Dad.... I love you.

No Day But Today

"Life is too short to wake up with regrets.  So love the people who treat you right.  Love the ones who don't just because you can.  Believe everything happens for a reason.  If you get a second chance, grab it with both hands.  If it changes your life, let it.  Kiss slowly.  Forgive quickly.  They never said life would be easy, but it will be worth it."

"Life is short" has become a song from a broken record, but it rings too true.  Life really is short - and you should live everyday doing things you love with the people you love.  We expect tomorrow to be waiting for us, but one day it won't be.

My heart breaks for my friend Erin and her husband Zach.  A week ago today, they welcomed their first little blessing into the world - a boy named Drew.  We watched him grow in his mommy's belly (I named him Applebaby... Erin hated it :) ).  There were some complications, but he was doing okay and we couldn't wait for him to heal so we could meet him.  On Wednesday, things digressed, and Erin and Zach held their little boy for the first and last time.

I can't fathom going through this.  I am amazed by them for dealing with it as gracefully as they have.  All of us at work admire them for their strength.  I am truly humbled.  We learned how fragile life truly is, and for us who are healthy and able, we should live life to the best of our abilities.

Please keep the Griffiths in your prayers.  We love you Erin and Zach.

Another Delicious Dish

Red Light, Green Light....

Our eager taste buds made cooking this meal seem like an eternity.  It smelled delicious the second the food hit the pans.  As we cooked, we were serenaded by the musical genius known as T.Swift.  She was the missing ingredient that helped make the meal all that it was.

Without further adieu, we give you chicken picatta, rice and veggies:

Good food, good wine, good friends, GOODNIGHT.

Updates and My Small Hiccup...

Still cooking with another goal added to the list

I have been cooking like crazy and I am loving every moment of it... so many good flavors and aromas have emerged from my kitchen thanks to my sharp cutlery and curious taste buds.  I think in a few weeks I might even venture into the baking world - anyone that knows me that I don't eat sweets, so prepare to possibly take on lots of pastries shortly.  

I have also been learning how to play the guitar, which has been a goal of mine for years.  I decided to actually go for it; it's time to learn.  Once a week, I meet with Miles, a local music student.  He is very patient with me, which is saying a lot.  My skills are minimal -  my talking is anything but.  

*My goal will be considered "achieved" when I can play one of my favorite songs by none other than Miss T. Swift!

And now for the hiccup.....

Running has gone great thus far - I am up to almost 4 miles easily.  As my favorite math teacher used to say, "It's as easy as pie, no?"  I run 2-3 times a week, switching the scenery up between the beach and North Park.  Ashley and I always make sure to carb up afterwards with lunch too, which is necessary, and all we talk about during the run.

I have actually become pretty addicted to running.  I think about it all the time.  I get the urge to run constantly.  It's turning into an obsession.  I'm not sure if it is finding out what I am capable of, or the freedom I feel when I run that I love so much, but it something I think about from the moment I wake until I lay back down at night.

Remembering...

People seem to have forgotten what happened today.

9 years ago, innocent lives were lost.  When they woke up that morning, they expected a day just like any other.  They brewed their coffee and made their beds.  They boarded planes with their luggage and newspapers.  Some looked forward to their second date later that night,  while others promised their kids they would be at their baseball game after work.  Little did they know that in a few short hours, the world's eyes would be on them.  Some would be filled with sadness, others anger or confusion. Some would be happy - and that's what people seem to forget.  

9 years ago today, we were attacked.