I just remembered something very cool about my grandfather. We used to own a couple of villas by the beach, they were rather close to our home and my grandfather would get a whim and decide to spend a weekend there every few months or so. It was rather quiet, a private beach and the other occupants would visit less frequently than we did, many of which did not even have children my age. One way my grandfather and I would pass the time was by playing this game; he would start a story -usually about a princess, with a dragon or evil queen threatening her or sometimes keeping her hostage- then stop half way then have me finish it. There was an underlying expectation of the whole story to run smoothly, regardless of how complicated or fantastic he had started it and yet, I loved it, I felt quite challenged to entertain him and to come up with some unexpected twist or extraordinary ending.
That groove on my finger is quite prominent, especially now that it has become quite rare to find me not wearing my wedding band and engagement ring... the psychologist in me would also ask if there is an underlying reason as to why I have yet to change my name... the me in me would say "mind your own fucking business!" In the end, if you are around happy, especially that of children, a smile is easy and the rest of your life loves you back. Oh how I wish this would be permanent... still a pessimist?
... a big, big love!
