Monthly Archives: September 2015

My first letter to my baby

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When my baby was born a year ago, I wanted to make him a “space capsule”, adding some things from his birth day (like a newspaper, some technology that will be long outdated by the time he is 18 and a letter for him).  As it turned out we didn’t buy a newspaper (I am saving a magazine from that month) and I never wrote the letter.  The idea was to keep it save and give it to him on his eighteenth birthday.  I never found time to write the letter before his birth and decided to do it today, one year later.

Here it is:

My dearest son

I believe all children are miracles and experienced it first-hand when we see you grew and developed inside me.  Week by week we read what was forming and for the first time I understood what David meant in Psalm 139, talking about God knitting us together in our mothers’ womb.

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Why I started to blog

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If you read about me, you know that I always loved to write.  I just never made time in the everyday rush between work and home.

I recently realized time is running by, second by second.  It is waiting for no one.  Whether we dream or not, live or survive…tick…tock…tick…tock.

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My one month blog anniversary

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A while ago I started to think about my dreams, how time passes whether we life or only survive; and exactly one month ago I posted my first blog.

Before I could start to blog there was first some technical stuff to do, so my husband helped me to get a domain and a free hosting provider.

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Grow where you are planted

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At work we normally have one week of chaos a month.  This week requires a lot of precise planning; and a lot of stress due to various patient and technical factors.

While working in that specific week I realized that my personality changes into one I am not very proud of.  Everything needs to happen quickly and there is no time to wait for something.  I become more robot-like with less time to be nice to everyone, running around most of the week.  If everything happens as planned, the changes in my personality is not as drastic as when Murphy visits us and everything that can go wrong goes wrong.

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