live, love, laugh. Just the way I like it.
Before I start typing (the Last Christmas song is playing in my head thanks to the title of this post, couldn't think of anything more creative) =P
We celebrated Mother's Day over a good dinner in Jang Won (address here) last Sunday. Mum and dad wanted Korean so we went to our usual restaurant in town.
One of the rare times we sit indoors because it was so packed.
I love how they serve little portions of different side dishes from spinach to mash potatoes, clams to kimchi, beansprouts, tofu and eggs.
Beef flower slices
Spicy kimchi soup
Of course dad brought his favourite red wine for this special occasion.
He looks so cute here :)
Daddy's little girl :)
Er hum anyway back to dinner. We spent time talking and laughing over how tan I've become, work, friends, and because mum has always been the patient one, she would laugh along whenever dad makes fun of her. It is times like this I treasure the most, little things that make us smile.
I admire how mum has such strong character and faith in doing what she does. I wouldn't be who I am today without her and all these years, mum has been very supportive over decisions I've made from what course I opt to study to where I choose to live and which man I choose to date. And I am more than grateful to her for her everlasting love and support.
Although there are times that we don't see eye to eye, eventually things would work out because deep down, we both know that we mean well and that disagreements happen because we care.
Being an only child, people think that my parents would be extra protective over me but mum and dad have given me more than I could ask for. Instead of being overly strict, they respect and give me the freedom and space for me to grow as a person. And that is exactly what I am thankful for and wish I could instill in myself when I become a parent myself. Sometimes I do think about how it would be like to become a mother of my own child.
I adore my mum for being such a great woman, I don't know where she gets the strength to cope with our daily struggles but I suppose I should be glad I adopted her fighting spirit. Although mum is Chinese educated, and I often struggle with my mandarin, finding a middle ground for communication, she has taught me that love has no boundaries.
I love you mum, and will forever be your little girl.