Tonight, I was putting Zi back to sleep, being pretty much tired from the weekend’s busyness.  Instead of sleeping myself, I went online, and checked email, procrastinating sleep by the curiosity of our weekly financial summary statement by Mint.  As I saw expected figures, I see something oddly unfamiliar, but something that made me ambivalently happy and sad.  Encasing both emotions was the affirming realization of my husband’s love for me, and not just for our children since after Em’s and Zi’s birth, we’ve somewhat revolved our care for their upbringing, but Perze’s continued love for me from the beginning when it was just us. There was a separate category for savings, and despite its yet humble figure, it meant a lot for Perze to think of me and start building it. Completely unaware, yet drowsily humbled and appreciative, I read: Paradise Falls Fund. Obviously, one can infer why the thoughtful gesture would make me happy, but the thought of it also makes me a bit melancholic because I don’t really need to see Paradise Falls in my lifetime.  I’m honestly and wonderfully happy and more than just content; I’m actually overwhelmingly thankful every day that I am where I […]