Gone are the birthdays of the children, the festivities ended, the partying, I've fallen under the terrible virus gatro ... etc. .... and in the midst of all this, as among the folds of the sheets, there was our anniversary .
's been 6 years by the cold month of November evening where all the fantasies, concerns accrued in previous months have been withdrawn with a kiss.
That night I remember going to bed with a heart full of love and a thousand butterflies fluttering stomach ....
We struggled to carry on an affair with so many critical aspects, my daughter, my age, your family, our hesitations, but in the end we won!
Certainly in the last two years the time for us no more, him to cut out every now and then in the evening or at night, but when fatigue takes over. Now we
deciding to grow as a family (not in the way of making other kids eh!), To embrace a larger project, to share our life with others and help those other .... always thinking other one might be you one day!
So what am I missing?
I miss cuddling on Sunday morning, the dinners where we talked about philosophical concepts of very large or stupid, walking hand in hand to the city, decide how to spend our time, Sundays sbracati on the couch, the right time to make love, the candlelight, our trips, pizza and film, the noisy output with friends ....
These things we do every now and again .... but the thought is not what it first!
When the kids are there and I think I will when we are alone and I see the children ... one thinks of them. For our anniversary
you would like to give a day, but two, just for us .... as in Venice!
It 'nice that our love has become!
"And the waves of the sea let your hair go to link your fingers, as missing in the desert of Africa we will thirst and all that will happen then there will no longer sweetness will be more and all that will happen then you will no longer be sweetness more. "
SULUTUMANA-BE 'MORE'
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