Saw this in my blog’s draft list. I wrote the title. Uploaded the photo and saved it 6 years ago. What did I want to write about? It’s anybody’s guess ;)
This boy here, he’s sick at the moment. He has a temperature and phlegmy. Gosh. It breaks my heart every time any of the boys got sick. But it’s all part of growing up, eh? I remembered our GP in Oz, Dr. Jacobs said “it’s not normal if the kids don’t get sick.” Okay Doc. I’m taking your word for it. :)
Aariz was about 3 in that photo. We were at Bradman Ave, Maroochydore. Life was so much simpler back then. Not easy but we were happy. We managed. The pressures of the society to rise up to their expectations, to earn more, to have new things, to own bigger and better stuffs; zilch. We were able to set our own pace, to do what needed to be done and set our priorities accordingly.
The only thing myself personally lack, was my relationship with Allah. For that, I’m grateful for coming back to Malaysia. Raising the boys in Oz would probably be a great challenge for me and Mr.Hubby. As Muslims, it’s actually very simple. Have a good relationship with The Almighty. Build a great relationship with Him and everything else will be perfect. It sounds easy. It should be easy. But for me, it’s a working progress. So please #prayforwa 😅
Anyhow, I have a feeling that today is the day this blog is awaken from the dead. Haha!
It’s a public holiday today. Labour day. But I’m going to do the laundry now. Have a good one ❤️
