I love people and I want them to know one another, to get together whenever they can to share their happy memories, and to find events for fun, to share their life experiences. and to be happy. When my friends and relatives like the food I cook, I'm very happy and want to find even more dishes to delight them. There seems to me that there is endless joy in life and million of ways to please someone when you really love what you do.

I enjoy planning flowers. watching birds, making cards, and working on scrab books when I'm alone.

I like to talk to friends and relatives to exchange our experiences after I talk to all my children and my husband.

 

If I'm not for myself, who will be for me? If I'm all for myself, who am I ?