Model Child

After his not so short-lived fame as the taxi cab and billboard baby of Kimberly Clark's Joy Tissue, our little man Niccolo is at it again.

This time, he strikes poses for Avon.

Thankfully, the photographer in charge of the shoot was his own father. The voluntary talent motivator, on the other hand, was his loony stage mother who became even loonier while trying to squeeze an acceptable expression out of the extraordinarily mischievous and hyper subject.

The results are the spreads below which came out in the two November Avon catalogs....

Woohoo!

First Lesson

I never tire of reading this piece, which a good friend shared with me way back in high school.

I thought you might like it, too.

FIRST LESSON

Lie back, daughter, let your head

be tipped back in the cup of my hand.

Gently, and I will hold you.

Spread your arms wide, lie out on a stream

and look high at the gulls.

A dead man's float is face down.

You will dive and swim soon enough

where this tide water ebbs to sea.

Daughter, believe me,

when you tire on the long trash

to your island, lie up and survive.

As you float now, where I held you

and let go, remember when fear

cramps your heart what I told you:

Lie gently wide to the light year stars,

lie back, and the sea will hold you.

Charlie & Lucy

Peanuts was a syndicated daily comic strip written and drawn by American cartoonist Charles M. Schulz, which ran from October 2, 1950 to the day after Schulz's death on February 13, 2000. The strip was one of the most popular and influential in the history of the medium.


Charlie Brown, the principal character of Peanuts, wins our heart with his losing ways. It always rains on his parade, his baseball game, and his life. He's an inveterate worrier who frets over trifles (but who's to say they're trifles?). He can be spotted a mile away in his sweater with the zig-zag trim, head down, hands in pocket, headed for Lucy's psychiatric booth. He is considerate, friendly and polite and we love him knowing that he'll never win a baseball game or the heart of the little red-haired girl, kick the football Lucy is holding or fly a kite successfully. His friends call him "wishy-washy," but his spirit will never give up in his quest to triumph over adversity.

Here are my all-time favorite Charlie Brown quotes:

In the book of life, the answers aren't in the back.

I've developed a new philosophy... I only dread one day at a time.

Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter like unrequited love!


My anxieties have anxieties.

Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, "Where have I gone wrong?" Then a voice says to me, "This is going to take more than one night."

I got a "C" in everything. I'm a straight "blah" student!

Years are like candy bars. We're paying more, but they're getting shorter.

There must be millions of people all over the world who never get any love letters . . . I could be their leader.

Sometimes you lie in bed at night, and you don't have a single thing to worry about...That always worries me!

It always looks darkest just before it gets totally black.


I'm not a poor loser, I'm a good loser. I'm so good at it I lose all the time!

That's the secret to life... replace one worry with another.

How can we lose when we're so sincere?

Happiness is anyone and anything that's loved by you.

Life is like an ice cream cone...you have to learn to lick it.


Good grief, indeed!

Making her debut in 1952, just two short years after the Peanuts comic strip first ran, Lucy Van Pelt burst into the popular daily, becoming the high-voltage catalyst to ignite the comedic fire under the lovable members of the original Peanuts gang. Lucy's take-charge attitude and annoying self-confidence immediately cast her as one of the favorite characters of the strip as well as an unlikely, but powerful, role model for men and women alike. To ardent fans of the strip, she is best loved for being bossy and for her charmingly crabby disposition that is solely her own.

Of all the Peanuts characters, I admit to identifying with Lucy the most. Here are some of the most memorable words the famous fussbudget has boldly uttered:

This is a hard world to get along in. I feel sorry for all the new little babies.

It's hard for a critical person to go to sleep if she isn't allowed a brief word of criticism!

By the time I've grown up, we'll probably have a woman president. You know what that means, don't you? It means I won't get to be the first one. BOY, THAT MAKES ME MAD!!

I never made a mistake in my life. I thought I did once, but I was wrong.

I'm worried about a little boy who sits in front of me at school. He cries every day. This afternoon I tried to help him. I whacked him one on the arm... There's nothing like a little physical pain to take your mind off emotional problems.

Can I help it if I have crabby genes?

I think you should work hard to improve your character, Charlie Brown. Once a child gets to be five years old, his character is pretty well established.


It's a scientific fact that girls are smarter than boys! And do you know who discovered it? WOMEN SCIENTISTS!

Each generation must be able to blame the previous generation for its problems. It doesn't solve anything, but it makes us all feel better.

Try not to have a good time . . . This is supposed to be educational.

I'm intrigued by this view you have on the purpose of life, Charlie Brown. You say we're put on this earth to make others happy? ... What are the others put here for?

I'm frustrated and inhibited, and no one understands me.

You can't drift along forever... you have to direct your thinking. For instance you have to decide whether you're going to be a liberal or a conservative. You have to take some sort of stand. You have to associate with some sort of cause.

Big sisters are the crab grass in the lawn of life.

Have you ever seen an X-ray of a hiccup?

You think being average is enough, don't you? Well it isn't! What shape would the world be in today if everyone settled for being average?


People who prefer sunsets are dreamers! They always give up! They always look back instead of forward! I just might have known you weren't a sunrise person! Sunrisers are go-getters! They have ambition and drive! Give me a person who likes a sunrise every time! Yes, sir! I'm sorry Charlie Brown. If you prefer sunsets to sunrises, I can't take your case. You're hopeless!

We critical people are always being criticized!

I hate playing with a poor loser, but I can't stand playing with a good loser!

No one wants to turn my jump rope for me. They all say I'm too crabby. They say I complain too much. They say I complain when they turn it too fast and they say I complain when they turn it too slow. No one understands us crabby people!


Life is too short to waste it listening to some person who doesn't know when to shut up! Time is too valuable!

Gee. Do they still make wooden Christmas Trees?

What do you mean nobody's fault! It has to be somebody's fault! Somebody's got to take the blame! Find a scapegoat!

No matter how hard you try, you can't build a rainman.

Just remember, I can take anything that life throws at me! (A ball lands on her head.) That was a hit, not a throw!

You DO think I'm beautiful, don't you, Charlie Brown? [pause] You didn't answer me right away. You had to think about it first, didn't you? If you really had thought I was beautiful, you would've spoken right up. I know when I've been insulted. I KNOW WHEN I'VE BEEN INSULTED.

Happiness is a warm puppy.

Being crabby all day makes you hungry.

All you really need is love, but a little chocolate now and then doesn't hurt.

Relax and Let Go

"You can either relax and let go of your life, in which case you will know peace. Or you can try to control your life, in which case you will know war. Try to make simple enjoyment of your life your goal. For example, if you want to be a good parent, just make the goal to enjoy your children, and you'll do everything right. The simpler you can keep your goal, the more successful you're going to be. There's nothing complicated about all this. Just relax, be happy, and treat the people around you gently. It really is that simple. The struggle is in getting to a place where you sincerely want to do that."

-Hugh Prather

Those Happy Creatures Called Men

Men are just happier people.

Really, what do you expect from such simple creatures?

Your last name stays put. The garage is all yours. Wedding plans take care of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack. You can be President. You can never be pregnant. You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park. Car mechanics tell you the truth. The world is your urinal. You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky. You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt. Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add character. Wedding dress -- $5000. Tux rental -- $100. People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them. The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected. New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet. One mood all the time. Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat. You know stuff about tanks. A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. You can open all your own jars. You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness. If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend. Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack. Three pairs of shoes are more than enough. You almost never have strap problems in public. You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes. Everything on your face stays its original color. The same hair style lasts for years, maybe decades. You only have to shave your face and neck. You can play with toys all your life. Your belly usually hides your big hips. One wallet and one pair of shoes, one color for all seasons. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look. You can "do" your nails with a pocket knife. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache. You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.

No wonder men are happier.

Bwahahaha!

Toy Cemetery

Answer me this.

How can a huggable little creature with such a heartachingly sweet and innocent face....

.... be capable of wreaking such physical devastation and mass destruction?

Alas, poor plastic figures!

Kindly join me in a moment of blog silence as we fervently wish these hapless playthings eternal peace and wholeness of being in the afterlife.

Amen.

Now that that's over with, I'm off to the mall to shop anew for my toddler.

So to the brand new toys out there: Be afraid. Be very afraid.

Making a Statement

My cowboy's shirt says it all.

Doesn't it?



Bwahahaha!

Starting Early

Little girls (come to think of it, so do big ones) love my boy.

They really do.

Whenever we go out, sweet young things suddenly materialize around my young soldier, desperately seeking his attention. They smile at him, pinch his soft cheeks, giggle at his perpetually furrowed brows, ruffle his soft thick hair. Some try to grab his hand or sneak in a hug or, for the truly daring, attempt to plant him a kiss.

Naturally, my flabbergasted son flees, as if his life depended on it, in the opposite direction from the gaggling, ga-ga gals.

And funnily enough, the more my baby runs, the more the fascinated moppets become set on chasing him.

Once, when were in the mall, a daddy turned beet red with embarrassment and actually apologized to me as he helplessly watched his toddler daughter incessantly pursue my panicked munchkin round and round endless racks of children's clothing.

It is the kind of amusing situation I've become quite used to.

However, as accepting as I think I have become of the fact that my miniature man has an undeniable charisma that lures diminutive dames like moth to a flame, I was still caught unprepared for this series of paparazzi-style photos that were snapped at his playschool . . .

Now, I am certain that the above pictures of Niccolo and his adorable classmate Andie were creatively orchestrated by their overzealous matchmaking nannies so that their resulting poses are more than a tad contrived.

Yet, my heart skipped a beat and I found myself getting ridiculously sentimental at the thought of my darling tot growing up and - it truly pains me to say it - getting a girlfriend.

When I showed the images to my husband, all he said was: "Wait til he's a teen-ager!"

Heavens!

I sure can wait.

Childproof!

Try clicking on the word “childproofing” on your search engine and you will receive a kilometric list of links teeming with all sorts of precautionary measures you should take to ensure that your toddler is safe in your home.

Secure your stairs with baby gates to avoid nasty falls! Buy adhesive mount cabinet latches to block access to harmful objects! Use toilet locks to keep your child from touching the germ-filled toilet water! Unplug electrical appliances when not in use!

Indeed, the security recommendations for keeping your place safe for baby are endless and more than sufficient to drive the meek of heart to the brink of parental paranoia.

However, I noticed that what the purported safety experts fail to offer is much-needed advice regarding the opposite side of the coin.

Specifically: what must be done to proof the house from baby?

For, as most desperate folk with a mischievous imp in their midst know only too well, a tiny toddler can wreak huge havoc in any peaceful dwelling. I thus took it upon myself to draw up a list of things that could help protect the familial abode from infant destruction.

Daddies and mommies, follow these practical tips at your own discretion:

o Remove all objects within reach of your octopus baby, the operative word here being all. Keep in mind that anything that can be grabbed will be grabbed and dropped to the ground to test the forces of gravity. (Important note: The higher the cost price of the item on display, the more chances of being singled out for grabbing.)

o Buy a bed with a warranty so you can replace it when your junior acrobat has worn it down it by jumping on it way too many times. Better yet, save yourself the trouble and buy your family a sleeping bag.

o Do not bother with wallpaper. Instead, have a fresh bucket of paint on hand so you can readily repaint the walls every time your young Picasso doodles wildly on them.

o Wrap your cellular phone in thick foam. Your mobile may not look as chic, but at least you can rest assured it will not crash into smithereens after being hurled across the room by your little Hercules.

o The above also applies to the remote control.

o Stack up on empty boxes and old wrapping paper. Bring them out whenever you need to keep your toddler preoccupied for a few minutes. Forget toys – they don’t work.

o Speaking of toys, save your money and refrain from buying toy tv sets, toy stereos, toy tool kits, toy telephones and the like. They don’t fool anyone. Your wise offspring will still prefer to play with the real things.

o Tape your favorite novels shut. Either that or be prepared to watch your baby Einstein open your precious books and gleefully rip the pages one by one.

o You can now sell your lawnmower. All you need to do is set your kid loose in the garden and you will have patches of grass (and flowers) plucked out by eager diminutive fingers in no time.

o Buy hundreds of rubber placemats and stick them together until they make up one big piece that can cover your entire kitchen. This is the only way to ensure that your kitchen remains immaculately clean after feeding your rowdy baby.

o The above also applies to your bathroom. Simply substitute placemats with towels.

o Stash all medicines in a locked cabinet – except your baby’s medicines. Those you can leave within easy reach because no matter what you do, children just hate, hate, hate taking their medicine.

o Experts warn that we must unplug electrical appliances when not in use. In truth, kids actually unplug all electrical appliances that are in use. So really, you can just leave everything on. Your troublesome tot will automatically switch everything off by eagerly pulling the plugs.

o Never shut the door. There is nothing like a closed door to turn your small angel into a wailing, shrieking, kicking, pounding banshee.

o Learn to stop saying no. The more you say no, the more stubbornness will ensue. For unruly rugrats, “no” easily translates to “Do it some more…fast…before I get caught!” Be smart and improvise accordingly. Try holding your tongue and letting them do whatever they want to do until they get tired of it.

If you have similar tips in mind, do share them. We the hapless have no option but to stick together and learn from each other in order to survive the topsy-turvy planet of parenthood.

Now, please excuse me while I pad our kitchen with placemats. Our two year-old bundle of crazy energy is getting ready for lunch.

Potty Head

Keen Parental Insight of the Day:

Successful potty training is rendered nearly improbable when the potential recipient of desirable behavioral conditioning is of the staunch mindset that the crucial item ingeniously designed for use at his bottom.....

.....is much better suited for proud display right smack atop his head like a sleek fireman's helmet.

Maybe the impish trainee's poor chargrined mother should have just purchased the sky blue potty instead of the red.

Oh pooey!

Transformed

It is two in the morning and the elusive peace and quiet I pine for during a busy day is at last thankfully at hand.

I am shrouded in dimness, with only the soft light of my computer screen emanating a warm whitish glow.

I glimpse my husband and little boy splayed beside each other on the bed. Their arms touch slightly, and I hear them both snore gently in a strangely comforting dissonance.

It's been a long while since I have been gifted with a moment like this, when the world suddenly gives pause and a reverent hush satiates the air. All at once, the possiblities for inspiration seem endless.

I cannot help but tense a little, as I sense the opportunity to write about something great passing me by.

I know it would be incredibly foolish not to seize the singular moment.

I should let the muses run amok in my being until I am driven into creating something memorable, something moving, something grand.

I could pen a heart-wrenching poem about eternal love, or craft a profound piece about the indefatigability of the human spirit, or come up with a dramatic story on the life-shaping events of my childhood.

Yes, I really should.

But I won't.

Because right here, right now, there is only one great huge overpowering thought in my head that is fiercely and shamelessly pushing out everything else and impatiently wanting to be let out and shared with all of you....

And it is this....

Watch Transformers!

Watch Transformers!


Watch Transformers!

Watch Transformers! (Yes...this photo has been added to better persuade the women!)

So seriously - just for now - drop the serious. Forget the overly profound. Cease the esoteric philosophical waxings. Halt the emotional psychobabbling.

Just lose yourself for a little over two hours and have some fabulous, fabulous movie fun.

Watch Transformers!

And with that, my poor stifled literary muses have no choice but to come back and try again another day.

The Longest Poem in the World

I love collecting words. I have a pile of old browned notebooks, dating from way back when I was a teen-ager, filled with a hodgepodge of hastily jotted-down verses, lyrics, sentences, phrases that have caught my attention over the years and kept for posterity.

This piece I am sharing with you is a great favorite. I really don't recall who penned it. But I sure wish that it was I who had written it....

The Longest Poem in the World

I am going to write, someday, the longest poem in the world.

Intricate, wonderful, precise
Flowing as a river flows
Flying as a bird
Singing, singing, and so entirely true
It will melt the heart
And make us all love one another,
Sit in the sun,
Laugh and watch the babies crawl through the soft grass
Making a happy noise.

It will be the longest poem in the world
And for days now I have been hearing it all at once
From beginning to end, all at once.
The words shining and flashing,
The furred words and the quiet mouselike words
The round words and the square words
Orange and green and pale yellow,
Sliding over each other
Kisssing each other on the forehead
Rubbing under the hand like a puppy.

In my head a storehouse of words
And all of them nice.
All of them about love
And buttered rolls
And my girl.

It must be a nice world
For those who can, period.
Who can do it
Have it
Know it without asking why
Or how to hold it.

But I could never be it
Or do it
Or have it
I can only say it.

And I will keep on saying it
And, someday,
That will be the longest poem in the world.

Patience

A Site to Behold

At last.

I proudly present our studio's newly made over website.

Visit www.subjectmatters.com.ph and experience the difference.

Woohoo!

The Return

"Thank God every morning when you get up, that you have something to do that day which must be done, whether you like it or not. Being forced to work and forced to do your best will breed in you temperance and self-control, diligence and strength of will, cheerfulness and content, and a hundred virtues which the idle never know."

~Charles Kingsley

If it seems the loony muse has suddenly evaporated from the face of blogearth, it is because she was unceremoniously yanked by the conspiratorial forces of day-to-day living and dropped right smack in the heart of a thousand and one pressing responsibilities shrieking for immediate attention.

In other words, I had work to do.

Suddenly, everything was happening all at once and I found myself swept in a persistent maelstrom of deadlines.

Seemingly out of nowhere, our studio just boomed.

My husband and I were rendered a tad blindsided by the huge onslaught of projects, and we valiantly fought to face the challenges brought by our clients. For weeks on end, our calendar was blackened out by pencil-marked shoot dates and pre-production appointments. Our phone rang off the hook. Our crew heroically worked overtime after overtime with us.

And there, right smack in the center of the chaos, stood our super-hyper-energetic-strong-michievous toddler son determinedly out to prove to his bewildered parents what "terrible" in age terrible two really means.

Ah! It is no wonder we forgot what a lengthy sleep felt like.

ow, we still are very busy. Our schedule (and son) remains insane. But we have gotten more used to the pace and have made the necessary adjustments to allow us to work more efficiently.... and happily.

Yes, happily.

Never have we felt more fulfilled and blessed. Our venture is prospering, our studio is gaining recognition, our fervent prayers are being answered, our big dream is coming true. All the blood, sweat and tears that we have put into our business is at last paying off.

We are on our way.

Oh, and one more thing.....

I'm back.

Aren't You Glad Your Name Isn't Dweezil? (Updated)

Famous celebrities sure know how to concoct the most bizarre names for their offspring. I thought it would be quite entertaining to compile a list of outlandish monikers for you to gasp over.

Are you ready for this:

Heavenly Hiraani Tiger Lily – daughter of Michael Hutchence (INXS) & Paula Yates
Dandelion – daughter of Keith Richards (Rolling Stones)
Phinnaeus Walter – son of Julia Roberts & Daniel Moder
Tu – daughter of Rob Morrow (yes, she’s called Tu Morrow!)
Sage Moonblood – daughter of Sylvester Stallone & Sasha Czach
Seargeoh – son of Sylvester Stallone & Sasha Czach
Moon Unit – daughter of Frank & Gail Zappa
Dweezil – son of Frank & Gail Zappa
Ahmed Emuukha Rodan – son of Frank & Gail Zappa
Diva Muffin - daughter of Frank & Gail Zappa
Pilot Inspektor – son of Jason Lee & Beth Riesgraf
Jermajesty – son of Jermaine Jackson
Doremi – daughter of Justin Hayward (The Moody Blues)
Duncan Zowie Heywood Jones – son of David Bowie
Elijah Bob Patricius Guggi Q – son of Bono (U2)
Memphis Eve – daughter of Bono (U2)
Fire – son of rock guitarist Steve Vai
Chastity Sun – daughter of Sonny & Cher
Chorde – child of Snoop Doggy Dog
Rumer Glenn – daughter of Demi Moore & Bruce Willis
True Harlow – daughter of Joely Fisher & Christopher Duddy
Geronimo – son of Alex James (Blur)
Rufus Tiger – son of Roger Taylor (Queen)
Fifi Trixabelle – daughter of Bob Geldof & Paula Yates
Peaches Honeyblossom Michelle Charlotte Angel Vanessa – daughter of Bob Geldof & Paula Yates
Kal-el – son of Nicolas Cage
Fuschia – daughter of Sting
Speck Wildhorse – son of John Cougar Mellencamp
Denim – son of Toni Braxton & Keri Lewis
Deizel Ky – son of Toni Braxton & Keri Lewis
Audio Science – son of Shannyn Sossamon & Dallas Clayton
Pirate – son of Jonathan Davis (Korn)
Sailor Lee – daughter of Christie Brinkley & Peter Cook
Satchel – daughter of Mia Farrow & Woody Allen
Camera – daughter of Arthur & Jeanne Ashe
Hopper Jack – son of Sean Penn & Robin Wright
Moxie Crimefighter – daughter of Penn Jilette & Emily Zolten
Giovanno Blondie – son of Vanna White
God'iss Love Stone – daughter of rapper Li'l Mo
Bow-Ty – son of rapper 50 Cent
Homer Jigme – son of Richard Gere & Carey Lowell
La Princia – daughter of Bobby Brown
I. P. Freely – son of David Carradine
Poppy Honey – son of Chef Jamie Oliver & Julie Oliver
Puma – daughter of Erykah Badu & Tracy Lynn Curry
Seven Sirius – son of Erykah Badu & Andre Benjamin
Cash – son of Slash (Guns N' Roses)
Reign Beau – daughter of Ving Rhames

And you thought it would be cool to have Bono for a daddy!

Marching Mad Hatter

"At the age of four with paper hats and wooden swords we're all Generals. Only some of us never grow out of it."

- Peter Ustinov

These days, our mischievous toddler is utterly fascinated with marching toy soldiers.

In order to seriously look the part of a marching band member, he has taken to wearing anything he sees remotely resembling a tall hat on his head. This includes...

....a Pancake House standing menu which he suddenly pulled from the restaurant table, proudly placed on his head as if it were a king's crown and kept on for three days straight....

....a rolled-up 2006 wall calendar that we had to give him as a peace offering when he totally flipped upon finding out that we threw away the Pancake House menu because it got too tattered and torn....

....and his daddy's camera light cover which he sneakily swipes everytime there is a shoot in our studio.

Sigh!

Really now. What is a concerned mother to do?

Nothing much....except to tell you that if perchance you spot a little boy confidently strutting around town with something strange on top of his head, please try not to laugh.

Instead, salute him. You will surely make his day.

Celebration

To celebrate my 25th (Fine, fine! Just add 10 if you want to get really anal about the details..... Sheez!) birthday, I treated some of my most cherished family and friends to partake of the fabulously vast and famously delicious buffet at Hotel Sofitel Philippine Plaza Manila's Spiral.


Amidst all the endless chatter and laughter over lunch, the restaurant staff suprised me by suddenly gathering at our table to sing me a Happy Birthday song...

...and present me with a scrumptious dark chocolate cake.


After extinguishing the candles with the more than enthusiastic help of my toddler...

....my ever-curious friends Pam and Jenni momentarily paused from their impromptu dessert critiquing session to ask what my birthday wish was.

I was suddenly stunned to realize I actually failed to make a wish before blowing out my candles!

Year and after year ever since I could remember, I had always made it a point to make a silent wish during my birthday. I could not believe I did not do it this time.

I found myself immediately mulling it over in my mind, until it dawned on me.

I did not make a wish because I did not have one. Right at that singular instance in time, I was simply and extraordinarily content with how my life was. I was surrounded by people I loved dearly and who loved me in return, sharing great food and basking in each other's presence.

My ultra-cool parents who are always, always there for their kids, no matter what or how or why...


My little big brothers who crack me up without even trying...


My beautiful grandmother whom nobody believes is 88....


My one and only lovely aunt Laly....


My sweet, sweet cousins Carmela and Camille (Margarita, we miss you!)....


And my super laugh-til-our-tummies-burst partners Jennigirl and Pammy.


My marvelous husband, who thoughtfully made all the preparations, kept checking on all our guests to ensure everybody was having fun. From time to time, he would also check on me....as well as check me out. Bwahaha! He is really the best man ever.


My hyperactive son, who was very busy running around the hotel and saying hi to every stranger he saw, kept passing by my seat to flash his huge heart-melting impish smile and slap me a high-five.

The glorious day filled me with such an overwhelming sense of joy and fulfillment that rendered the need to wish for more unnecessary.

All I felt was grateful.

So to each and everyone of you who have made my life better and happier by being a part of it....

Thank you.

I love you all very much.

MwaaaaaaaH!!!