Have I ever told you that I appreciate all that you do to support me? You put up with my self-inflicted late nights that arise from my need to go the extra mile in all of my work, even when the sanest thing to do is aim straight for a Pass and go to bed.
You enable me to spin, kick, jump, twirl, dip and all sorts of other bizarre things in the name of what I call "dance".
You walk me to some places and drive me to others, all while ensuring that I don't trip on the pavement (which I have done before) or collide with a parked car (which I have also done before) in my fatigue.
In appreciation, I would like you to enjoy being fuelled with the best food I can afford.
However, you know I am a very intermittently employed full-time student and so the best that I can afford is usually not very fancy.
Also, although I have pulled off some pretty impressive kitchen stunts, I have also been known to fail splendidly.
Still, I will try my best and sometimes, the results will surprise us both.
When I am pressed for time, you will have to put up with sandwiches. But they might be astonishingly good sandwiches that leave me a little incredulous. Can anything this good come out of Ren's kitchen?
And when I have the luxury of a whole weekend morning, you might get to enjoy a more lavish plate without me rushing you on to our next appointment.
Either way, this is my way of saying thank you, not so much to you as to the One who created you -- or is that me? Well, us. Because according to some people, this is the way to live.
The rest of me