I wish you enough

This came into my inbox recently. It is beautiful so thought I would share it with you.


"Recently I overheard a Father and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure.

Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the Father said, 'I love you, and I wish you enough.'

The daughter replied, 'Dad, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Dad.'

They kissed and the daughter left. The Father walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see he wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking, 'Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?'

'Yes, I have,' I replied. 'Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?'.

'I am old, and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is - the next trip back will be for my funeral,' he said.

'When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, 'I wish you enough.' May I ask what that means?'

He began to smile. 'That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone...' He paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, and he smiled even more. 'When we said, 'I wish you enough,' we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them.' Then turning toward me, he shared the following as if he were reciting it from memory.


I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.

I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.

I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.

I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.

I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.

I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.

I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye."

Hot and steamy

Sorry folks, this isn't a post about my private life...

It is about how excited I have been by a steam cleaner.....yes blog followers, this is how banal my domestic life is, that I am excited about how clean my floors and carpets are.

For a few years now I have been yearning for a H20 steam mop. When we got our new home 18 months ago we bought carpet for the stairs, landing and bedroom. I don't regret having carpet there, but perhaps a darker shade would have been wiser. It has dirt from pawprints, a stain from a medicine bottle that Acorn emptied on her carpet, a stain from bubble bath she spilt on the landing....and the random list goes on....
As soon as you clean the wood floor and vinyl downstairs, Spresso the cat will bound in the cat door and you can follow her trail of prints.....
Acorn loves playdoh so as the days go by you can see little bits of it crushed into the sitting room carpet...and as it is illuminous colours it doesn't just blend well...

So this steam mop seems like it would make the task of cleaning all floor variants easy and...dare I say it???...fun??!! The ads entice me with client testimonials and the various extra freebies you get if you order within the next 30 minutes. But I can't justify the price...yet.

My parents, never ones to refuse a good bargain, whether they actually NEED it or not, have a Lidl version. It doesn't look as swanky or professional as the H2O one but needless to say I asked if I could borrow it recently.....and WOW, the results even after a quick test run!! I can imagine that when I go at the carpet properly it will come out like new....until Acorn squeezes ketchup on a patch and Spresso brings in half a flowerpot....

I will keep an eye out for a Really good special offer on the H20 mop.
Do you think it would be very sad if I put it on this year's Christmas wish list??