Time is relative. I once read something written on the value of time, for example: If you want to know the value of one month, ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby. If you want to know the value of one hour, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet. If you want to know the value of a minute, ask the man who just missed his train. If you want to know the value of a millisecond, ask the athlete who just missed the record. Continue reading One day at a time
Another month went by silently, bringing us to the end of another year.
Our December days were filled with joy and fun, laughter and time spent with family.
In this festive season I realized again God’s wonderful love for us.
I read many books during my pregnancy to prepare me for motherhood, and realized quickly that the books can’t teach you everything. The more you read the more confused you get.
The big learning starts once your little one arrives.
This is what my baby taught me in his first 12 months. Continue reading Six things my baby taught me
I have to start by saying I can’t believe we are already in October. Where has the year gone?
I remember January. February as well because my baby started going to nursery school. Somewhere in June or July we had one week winter (I enjoy the winter, but somehow it just gets shorter and shorter). In September my baby turned one, and now we are halfway through October.
I want to introduce a part of my husband to you.
When I started the blog I decided not to give too much personal information due to cybercrime and privacy, but I can’t help but to share this.
Although my husband is in IT, he is an entertainer by heart. It is a skill he learned from his father. Sometimes it can drive me crazy (almost ;-)), but time after another it make someone’s day.
This weekend we went away for the first time with our baby. I had to work but managed to arrange to go home bit earlier than usual while my husband had leave and would sort things out. Continue reading My husband, the entertainer
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make him a “space capsule”, adding some things from his birth day (like a newspaper, some technology that will be long outdated by the time he is 18 and a letter for him).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.