I don't know what to put as my title....buuuyaa!!

I had coffee/dinner with my good  friend yesterday (coffee+dinner=CORNER...you agree .No?Okay fine then! We sat at a CORNER at the ArtCaffe...Thika Road Mall That's legit yes?Score!)

She's been my friend for a very long time.Five six years tops.Married now.Been married almost fifteen.Years that is.

She asked me how my boy was.I told her he was absolutely fantastic.Very excited  about joining school.Every morning he says to me.

"Bye mum.Me naenda shule na wewe unaenda job" Then he smiles and starts waving.I don't let him go like that.Not without a snugly warm hug and an 'I love you' followed by a 'God bless you'

He says I love you back on most days not all.But I don't fuss.I know he loves me. Ehem. He always says God bless you back though.Always.

Boys need to be loved and hugged and shown affection.

Up until he says he doesn't want me hugging and kissing him anymore.That's when I will stop.So I have promised myself I will tell him that I love him everyday.

At least he won't grow up to be those weird men who don't know how to show affection.

I asked her how she was..how her hubby was..how her daughters were.She said they were all well.Kids now grown girls.She said I needed to take my son over to their place and he can have a fun day with the girls.

I said I would.

I asked her how it felt to wake up next to the same person everyday for fifteen years.

She said he sometimes goes on business trips and she too so it's not everyday for 15 years.

I laughed...she laughed too.

She said that marriage is synonymous to life in itself.Full of ups and downs. 

She said it was your attitude,resilience,patience and willingness to learn something new everyday that will determine a lot of how that marriage goes.

I leaned forward.Eager to grasp everything she was saying.

It's one thing to read about marriage and what but it's another to hear it first hand from an experienced individual.

She said being with someone that long sort of puts you in sync with that person.You quite literally become one.You get so used to having them as a part of your life that being away from them for a long period of time starts to feel awkward.She said she doesn't know what she'd do if her husband ever died.

She looked at me at this point.Suddenly sad.She asked me how I was coping after baby daddy's death.

I told her I was fine.And smiled.But sometimes I'm not fine.Three years is a long time yet a short time.It still hurts.I told her sometimes I cry when I'm alone.Not so many times though.Just times when  I wonder what God really intended for my life.Our lives.My son and I.But I was fine.

She asked me if I had found love again.

She wanted details.

I laughed.

I told her I was looking forward to being in that place again where you have someone that you share a home with,share a child or more with and just grow together with.

She asked me how old I am.

I told her 25.

She said I was still young and shouldn't be worried much.

I laughed. I told her I didn't want to have my next baby when I'm forty you know.There's a difference between a grandma and a mum.

She laughed.

She said I had to invite her for my wedding.

I certainly would.

It  was a great evening.Got me all mellowed and curious about marriage and things.Wondering whether I'd be able to live that life.To give of myself fully to someone else.To be patient with my all.To understand them.Accept them with their faults.Make those vows a lifestyle..better,worse,richer,poor,sickness......

Wondering!

I rushed home to the youngster.Silently praying I wouldn't find him asleep.He sleeps early nowadays.Since ''kesho anaenda shule na mum anaenda job.'' He's a school lover that one.It's evident in the way he wails when on Friday evening you tell  him that there's no school on Saturday.That he can catch some rest.He will hear none of it.But he sleeps on like a log come Saturday morning.Cheeky ninja.

I bought him his first two coloring books yesterday as I impulsively got myself a new read in the CBD. There were some crayons he got for his second birthday in 2012 and I had kept them aside to use when he understood what coloring and crayons where about.I figured the time is here.

Got him still awake.(Shout out to sleep for not creeping up to him too early.Big up man..or woman!)

 I was excited to unleash the crayons as I presented the coloring book."Jeff...nimekuletea color color color"

He was overjoyed.I opened a page for him and told him to fill the image with the color green while handing him a green crayon.He started to scribble..nothing.No color!I took the crayon..ebu nione...Nothing had prepared me for what I observed next.Crayons were made of rubber!!!!As in they were not going to produce any color.Just a wobble wobble wobble when you scribbled on paper.Now that felt like a bad joke.I poured all of them out just to confirm.Red Rubber Blue rubber Pink rubber.I laughed so hard as the young one tried to figure what was happening.I had put that gift aside gift for a whole year.I couldn't burst his bubble like that so I wrapped them up and told him we would color tomorrow since it was actually bed time.He was reluctant.Suspicious...but obliged anyway.With sleepy eyes.Sleep had come through right on time!

This evening,I go shopping for crayons.I have to get  an exact make!