For the past couple of weeks, the Husband and I went back and forth our Valentine’s Day plans. We wanted to eat out and then we didn’t. We wanted to do an activity and then we didn’t. I was thinking of trying an Indian restaurant. He wanted to do a culinary class together. But we couldn’t decide. I had already asked Dad to babysit Baby Girl for us and he agreed (after I bribed him with a promise that I would cook a Quiche Lorraine and an Apple Cake). Basta, all I knew was that the Husband and I would go out for Valentine’s Day. What’s great about the both of us – is that it doesn’t take much for us to be happy, just as long as we’re together. 🙂
Happy Valentine’s Day!!! ❤️ ❤️
I’m going to let you in a little secret about me. The Husband is too much of a gentleman to say it, so I will. I’m a pest. I’m a pain in the ass. I am the girl you hate to love (and maybe love to hate?). I tell my husband that I don’t like flowers and that I don’t want to receive a bouquet for Valentine’s. But you know what? The Husband learned the hard way that no bouquet meant having a wife in a bad mood the whole day. LOL.
Apparently, this will be the last snow of the year (and the most we’ve had). Although I hate taking my car when it’s snowing and I’m constantly stressed about black ice, it’s kinda sad to think of how little snow we have nowadays. I can’t help but think that by the time Baby Girl will be an adult, there might be a possibility of no snow. That, sadly, it will become a thing of the past.
My body has given up. My mind has given up. I give up. I’m officially ill. See you when I feel better.
First of all, Happy New Year to You. I wish you love, good health, happiness, wealth, success, and whatever it is you want for this new year.
Every other year, we try to celebrate Christmas with my French family. Truthfully, it’s not exactly our picture perfect Christmas celebration, but ultimately we have a really really good time.
Today is my father’s birthday. He would have been 85 years old. (In case you’re wondering, he had me when he was 52.) He left us 5 years ago and I finally feel ok. In my family, birthdays have always been a big thing. Parties, big gifts, memorable events, you name it. So naturally, to suddenly not celebrate the 21st of December felt extremely sad. This year, it’s different. When I realized that it was papa’s birthday, I didn’t feel like I was being sucked in a black hole. Sure, I must had a sad passing smile on my face, but I went through the day as my « normal » me. As cliché as it might sound, time really does heal all wounds, not matter how deep they are.
This is the last week before the Christmas break and I can definitely feel it in the air. Professionally, clients are in a hurry to finish things off and making ends meet before going on a break. Personally, I am ill.
A year ago, we welcomed the newest member of our family, Baby L. He is the first son of my niece and her husband. And he gave me the greatest pleasure of coming to the world on the eve of my birthday. It was the best birthday gift ever to know that he was here safely and his mother too!
Hey peeps! It’s my birthday today. Uh-uh, uh-uh!!!
My niece asked me how old I was and I answered her the age of Jesus when he died. She laughed at me and said – « Why is it that you can’t answer a simple question like everyone else? » Ha ha, maybe because I’m not like everyone else! I answered back to her.