Yesterday Ilaria came from kindergarten with this:
and told me she loved me to England and back, every 5 minutes or so. So she completely melt my heart!
Happy Mother's Day!
I look at this boy and can't get enough of him.
I look at him and I have the feeling I know him for ages.
Can't believe he's not a newborn anymore and he's overgrown a lot of clothes already!
We spend a lot of time inside these days. It's cold, it's raining and I have a million little things to put together here. So I have to come with new ideas for Maria, otherwise she'd devour me!
I get some good minutes of fun for her with this trick:
I use puzzles beyond her age. I take away 4-5 pieces and then I let her complete the puzzle back. She's over the top happy with the accomplishment! And she's good!
This time recovery after surgery was so painful and I was so tired sometimes, that I had moments when I thought: "How would an atheist pass such a day?"
Thanks God for the healthy baby, for the help I got from Adrian and my mother, so all the bad and all the hard was left behind.
I am strongly addicted on babies. No news here.
"For women, smelling a newborn baby feels as good as drugs are to addicts or cheeseburgers to those just breaking a fast." (source)
"Opriti timpul, clipa asta minunata
In suflet vreau s-o pastrez
Sa iubesc si sa visez."
Last Sunday we had Iancu's baptism.
Oh, if I could only keep in my heart the joy or even a tiny part of joy I lived that day... I would be forever happy, no matter what. I'm sure on that day God was smiling over us!
It was a perfect day!