Little joys:

1. playing antashiri with your husband till 2 a.m.
2. asking stupid riddles and then laughing our heads off at the answers.
3. thanking God.

Love after love

This was the prologue of the book The Time Traveler's Wife.. It's quite honest and fairly easy to relate to. Here goes:

The time will come

when, with elation

you will greet yourself arriving

at your own door, in your own mirror

and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.

You will love again the stranger who was your self.

Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart

to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored

for another, who knows you by heart.

Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,

peel your own image from the mirror.

Sit. Feast on your life.

By Derek Walcott

Please God, grant me health and forgive my sins.