I’ve been sulking to the thoughts that belong grown-ups. Or I am acting like a grown-up? Whichever. You see, my little sisters are getting married, in the same year. This year. Sigh. Don’t know what this sigh is for. Yeah, I feel old. I feel uncool. I feel weird. I think parents would feel even worse. Ten years ago, I would qualify as a grumpy old ate. I terrorize them a lot. And now, seeing them getting married and treading dangerous waters, the overprotective me almost want to stop the wedding. Sigh again. Ahhh they’ve grown up, and so well, thank God.
It’s a perfect time to let God. I love you girls. I wish you know how very much I do.