she is 1 and a 1/2 and is already a riot!
As she was walking away, I leaned my head back and said: Je t'aime! She didn't say her usual 'tai' back, but i could hear - tho she was already in the hallway- i could hear her little lips pursing and sending a little yummy kiss...
Sometimes we pray, you know, talk to God, or think to God, and there's not necessarily an answer, but maybe just a small white funny looking cloud in a sea-blue sky, maybe the quiet whisper of the breeze in the trees, the tiniest purple flower growing in the gravel path.
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
SOFT BREEZE IN THE TREES
Our Liliana! we started calling her our blueberry muffin, with her blond fluffy hair and blue eyes it is quite appropriate :)
she is 1 and a 1/2 and is already a riot!
As she was walking away, I leaned my head back and said: Je t'aime! She didn't say her usual 'tai' back, but i could hear - tho she was already in the hallway- i could hear her little lips pursing and sending a little yummy kiss...
Sometimes we pray, you know, talk to God, or think to God, and there's not necessarily an answer, but maybe just a small white funny looking cloud in a sea-blue sky, maybe the quiet whisper of the breeze in the trees, the tiniest purple flower growing in the gravel path.
she is 1 and a 1/2 and is already a riot!
As she was walking away, I leaned my head back and said: Je t'aime! She didn't say her usual 'tai' back, but i could hear - tho she was already in the hallway- i could hear her little lips pursing and sending a little yummy kiss...
Sometimes we pray, you know, talk to God, or think to God, and there's not necessarily an answer, but maybe just a small white funny looking cloud in a sea-blue sky, maybe the quiet whisper of the breeze in the trees, the tiniest purple flower growing in the gravel path.
Monday, April 15, 2013
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