After nearly 7 months without writing a coma, Today I felt that urge to sit down and write crazy without even knowing it would be the purpose or because of that desire .... I missed my blog ... this is where thousands of times I spilled all my feeling, some things I published, others I have left me just for me, so that when re-reading again, I account for the mood I was in that moment ... Many things have happened since the last days of April, I had a wonderful summer, where I spend unforgettable moments next to my children, my husband ... unforgettable moments ...
I have also gone into my work and ironically, that has allowed me not afford to say I have time just for me ... Now I'm
sitting quietly sipping my glass of wine, look at Marcelo focused on bank accounts, he, without wanting to solve our economic problems, ends up reading the newspaper and find out so we are not alone with these problems .... Rodrigo and Lucia surprisingly play without fighting, no yelling between them, but always sweet Rodrigo tries to "appease" evil character of Lucia is .... will drink it, will she is the princess of the house, because of drink only carries the nickname, just last night lost his first little teeth, and that was how it made me see that I have no more drinking at home .... it the darling of home and cried a few months ago to get what they wanted (bah , is still doing), has made me know it's a girl "great" ... and I getting old. Ayyy
few things have happened in so little time, yet still stuck in the same place, the monotonous routine, a summer that was and now I have to fix to me with the blessed autumn comes in leaps and bounds .... in a couple of weeks comes in December ... the saddest of all months of the year ..... and yet I have more now than ever, I have to bring a smile on top .... and try not to remember , not hurt ... and make new stories (though still by beautiful as they are, many of the others cope so long ago) ... but shhhhh I'm not going to count, and enough to carry in my disposing like a novelty .... You know me well know that I speak .... I speak of .....
Eager to write .... but I can write other than thoughts of my heart, screaming inner feelings come out of confinement ....
I realize that one need not be the first of January to think about new goals, new goals ... I realize that depends only on that individual wanting to do something more special for yourself, so feel overcome, I realized that I need to shake my hand, and wanting more ....... I noticed that every time I smile my people are in a better mood and I ... that I love.
High and low ... if
and today I am in a "high" and let myself go ....
watch and breathe peace in my home ...... my nest sacred and that despite these declines, I have a lot more than I dreamed that one day .... I let go of that immense unconditional love and just ask to have thousands of more days like this ....
the end, and not what I wrote .... but I am satisfied with whatever I said.
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