I remember teaching her older sisters this memory verse when they were about 3 years. I taught them the simplified version around 2.5 years, “God loves me.” But Elle, I taught a little before 2 years, and the full verse at 2.5 years. It’s because Elle really learned how to speak much earlier than her sisters. After she started speaking in sentences, I knew I could challenge her with memorizing because before she turned 2, she learned the simplified version of the memory verse they learned in VBS last summer. So the beginning of this year, I slowly broke down John 3:16 so she could learn and review a little every day. It wasn’t always consistent but I would say the same thing when we’d review. I’d say, “let’s say your memory verse. John 3:16” which prompted her to know what I was talking about. So little by little, I’d do the same thing with her that I did with her sisters, learn a little, use different inflections, breaks, phrases, and facial expressions to trigger her memory. These are some techniques I learned to use from her sisters that would yield results in memorization. Perze and I are really proud […]
11 years ago, I had the courage to ask Marchesa to marry me. For those who know her, days like this would have been so cliché. I remember thinking about when the right time to propose would be. I had two requirements in mind. First, I would ask her parents first and second, it needs to be a surprise. I was already shopping for a ring a couple months before with the help of Rogie. I finally had the courage to buy the ring and scheduled a time to talk to her parents. I decided on Valentine’s because I knew that she knew that I knew that she would never have expected a proposal on a day so common. Guess what, it worked. The surprise in her reaction was priceless. Fast forward 11 years. We now have 3 kids and yet we still have that love. When you have three kids and you are doing what you can to pay the bills, love all of a sudden is manifested in other ways. It may seem that it’s taken for granted because it’s not like how it was when we were young. It’s difficult to find quality time without disruptions. Personal […]
Do not go gentle into that good night Dylan Thomas, 1914 – 1953 Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.