Just like that…
Just like that...
We decided to go for a walk and photograph fall colors in our neighborhood. We also promised Omar that we would take him to "Chuck e Cheese" afterward. Nasim called and said that he was leaving work. I got children ready and almost got myself ready (which happens rarely) waiting for my husband to come from work. Kids and I waited for good 30 minutes. It usually takes Nasim around 10 minutes to drive home from work. 30 minutes got me worried and I called him a couple of times. The last time I called, he said that he was sorta stuck in traffic.
We love meeting him by the door when he comes home. As soon as I mention to children that dad is almost home, they stand by the door, ready to meet their "Dada". This time was no exception. I opened the door and caught my husband totally red-handed. At that moment I was sure that my beloved was not stuck in traffic... There he was walking up to me blushing like a teenager who just went out on his first date! He kept on saying that it was supposed to be a surprise. I was no less of a teenager myself, laughing, blushing, shy and very happy. I was holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers dedicated to me. I was proud to be a wife of such a considerate person and I could tell that my children were in it with me.
This entry is not about flowers, it is not about buying gifts for someone. The birth of this article should definitely fall under category of expressing inner feelings by all means. Whatever your imagination is capable of. I have been thinking of composing my thoughts on this for a while now. This was just a perfect kick I needed.
In a world of actions and reactions, every person is an owner of his/her destiny. Ultimately, every step we take, every word we say shapes our destiny in unimaginable pace, stocking everything in a shelf life called routine. For many of us it might be a good thing, but something inside me wishes that people would not look at routine in a positive way. Routine is mainly a sign of stagnancy. People should live and try to excuse themselves from being stagnant. Make a difference, act and see what it brings you. Leave the negativity right where it started. Come home to your loved ones with splash of energy, witness how that energy bursts in bigger bubbles and floats you in the air for as much as you need it. Wouldn't you feel much better?
It is not his/her birthday, it is not a special occasion. Just pick up the phone and make your loved ones feel important. Let them know that you haven't forgotten about them. If you fail to do so, embrace yourself. You just robbed yourself of one happy moment of your life.
Love is...
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10/01/2009 - 15:46
awwww…although i already heard the story yesterday, this entry totally made me teary…..
keep rocking, mr. Mansurov!
10/14/2009 - 18:39
Lola, the flowers are really beautiful. But like you said, its not about the flowers, its all about the attention and love your husband is showing you. I wouldn’t blame him-you are beautiful, positive, amazing person.
Good Job Nasim.