All babies are cute. No one is not born cute.
E.g. Every baby you come across is cute.
Well, like it or not, I’m still alive, livin’ and kickin’ after nineteen years since 1990.
Yesterday on my way home from dinner with my parents, we got into a pretty interesting discussion about life. The things they said encouraged me, and I found myself affirmed.
It got me thinking…
Nineteen years of living, I think the greatest gift I’ve had in this nineteen years are my parents. Not only my parents, but their love.
Not only their love for me, but their love for God, each other and the people around them.
Because of their love for God and each other,
I was born out of purity, and not out of the wedlock.
I was held in their hands as a baby, and not sold to be in the hands of someone else.
I slept in a nice comfty place, and not left crying beside a rubbish dump, or somewhere in a dark alley.
I know both my biological parents, and not a third party.
I was raised by both my parents, and not single handedly.
I have both the love of my parents, and not abuse, or rape.
I have a loving family, and not a plate-throwing family, or a broken family.
My parents’ love, once again, is simply the greatest gift to me, when the world has much of its evil, immorality and ungodliness.
But, I don’t mind if they give me a digital single reflex camera.