Those people

Those people have been in love for four whole months.

Those people are excited by the life they are beginning together.

Those people are learning to fill their lives with love.

Those people have smiles and laughter that come easily.

Those people are full of hope.

Those people don't yet know the loss of a child.

I miss those people.

Five good things

It's been a while. But even so, finding just five good things isn't always easy.


Ray feeling better after nearly two weeks worth of his worst ever Meniere's attack. Vertigo that made him fall over, tinnitus, deafness in one ear and nausea. My poor Poppet has been through the wringer and is exhausted. But it's almost over now.

A beautiful blue sky yesterday after a grey and rainy week and a nice walk by the sea without Ray falling over.

A jewellery project that turned out better than I thought it would.

My Mum's pleasure at telling me that my Dad remembered how to play his keyboard, and they both enjoyed a sing-a-long.

Camellia buds growing and promising colour.



What good things found you last week?

Freedom

We buy white toilet tissue. I insist upon it actually.

You know what I'm talking about don't you? Pink, blue, cream or green toilet rolls are utterly useless for the purpose of obsessing about your bodily secretions (please, for the love of all things hormonal tell me you know what I'm on about!)

We  I picked up cream paper by mistake. I only realised it as our items were being scanned. Hmm. Do I grab the toilet tissue, make a dash for it and switch it? Do I admit my obsession to Ray? Of course he doesn't know, why on earth would I tell him that? He copes well enough with me dipping ovulation sticks in pee but I think that some things really should remain unknown in a relationship.

I didn't change it; I stood in line trying to calculate how long 12 rolls would last and then realised that I was indeed barking mad and needed to  s t o p.

So I find myself free from the toilet tissue checking. I've also decided to hide the white knickers at the back of the drawer too and only wear purple, pink, blue and black. (Why do I have no orange knickers?)

I need another obsession, at least until we go to the supermarket again.




ps, this does not mean I am pregnant, I don't think I will ever joke about knicker checking in pregnancy again.

2011

Thank you for your companionship throughout 2010.


Thank you for being on my side.


Thank you for your cheering me on

And holding me up. 

♡

Thank you for your joy at our pregnancy,

And your sympathy for the loss of our Little Poppet.

♡ 

Thank you for remembering George with me.

♡

I wish you a peaceful, joyful and fulfilling 2011.

I hope that all of your wishes come true

And none of your fears are realised.

♡

But most of all


I wish you L♥VE.

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