New month

New Supplies

God gave me money on the last day of the last month and I was blessed to visit a new store, not to just glimpse around (which was my initial plan) but to buy new supplies with some money! Hooray! So, I'm starting this new month with a handful of things to play with. I'm excited. New pieces coming on the way.

by BOiS

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The Giving Tree

< The Giving Tree > by Shel Silverstein

Once there was a tree...and she loved a little boy.

And every day the boy would come and he would gather her leaves and make them into crowns and play king of the forest. He would climb up her trunk and swing from her branches and eat apples. And they would play hide-and-go-seek. And when he was tired, he would sleep in her shade. And the boy loved the tree ... very much. And the tree was happy.

But time went by.

And the boy grew older. And the tree was often alone.

Then one day the boy came to the tree and the tree said, "Come, Boy, come and climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and eat apples and play in my shade and be happy." "I am too big to climb and play," said the boy. "I want to buy things and have fun. I want some money. Can you give me some money?" "I'm sorry," said the tree, "but I have no money. I have only leaves and apples. Take my apples, Boy, and sell them in the city. Then you will have money and you will be happy." And so the boy climbed up the tree and gathered her apples and carried them away. And the tree was happy.

But the boy stayed away for a long time ...and the tree was sad.

And then one day the boy came back and the tree shook with joy and she said, "Come, Boy, climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and be happy." "I am too busy to climb trees," said the boy. "I want a house to keep me warm," he said. "I want a wife and I want children, and so I need a house. Can you give me a house?" “I have no house," said the tree. "The forest is my house, but you may cut off my branches and build a house. Then you will be happy." And so the boy cut off her branches and carried them away to build his house. And the tree was happy.

But the boy stayed away for a long time.

And when he came back, the tree was so happy she could hardly speak. "Come, Boy," she whispered, "come and play." "I am too old and sad to play," said the boy. "I want a boat that will take me far away from here. Can you give me a boat?" "Cut down my trunk and make a boat." said the tree. "Then you can sail away ... and be happy." And so the boy cut down her trunk and made a boat and sailed away. And the tree was happy ... but not really.

And after a long time the boy came back again.

"I am sorry, Boy," said the tree, "but I have nothing left to give you, my apples are gone." "My teeth are too weak for apples", said the boy. "My branches are gone", said the tree. "You cannot swing on them -" "I am too old to swing on branches," said the boy. "My trunk is gone," said the tree. "You cannot climb -" "I am too tired to climb," said the boy. "I am sorry," sighed the tree. I wish that I could give you something...but I have nothing left. I am just an old stump. I am sorry...." "I don't need very much now," said the boy, "Just a quiet place to sit and rest. I am very tired." "Well," said the tree, straightening herself up as much as she could, "Well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting. Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest." And the boy did.

A n d    t h e    t r e e    w a s    h a p p y.

by BOiS






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my love, my darling. .

God gave me Danielle and He said that she would be my solace.

Yesterday night, we went grocery shopping and there were buckets of flowers on sale at the entrance. She picked up a bunch and insisted on buying it. She said, "Mommy's flower all withered so I need to buy new ones!" About a month ago, it was our 5th wedding anniversary and my husband bought a bouquet of red roses. I recently threw it out because the roses became black and old. I pulled out the bunch that Danielle put in the basket because I'd rather buy something useful with that money. I explained to her, "flowers are for special events, honey." Usually, she is very easy to talk to because she pretty much understands everything around her if I explain in proper words. But this time she wouldn't listen to my words and she put the flowers back in the basket. "No, mommy needs her flowers because her flowers all withered and we threw them out." I pulled them out and she put them back again. So I let the flowers to sit there for a while, thinking that I would persuade her out of it before the check out. We began our shopping, walked in the aisles putting things in our basket. And, every time she heard a hint of rustling sound of the paper that wrapped around the flowers, she immediately looked back with suspicion that her mommy was making a move to pull it out again. She made sure that the flowers were sitting there safely, positioning them correctly with her tiny wabbly hands. "I need them for mommy."

How sweet. . .
That's my story from yesterday.

Just now, father came and brought her to his house so that I could have some quiet time and work. In the drive way, sitting in her car seat, she repeatedly said "I love you, mommy" in English and "엄마 사랑해 (I love you, mommy)" in Korean, making heart shapes with her arms and fingers, blowing kisses, and then left.

I guess it's life.

Here are the flowers that she picked out for me.
Nothing fancy, a small bunch of Carnation.

My Solace

by BOiS

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