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
Ten months ago I decided to take a break from my blog. I just found out I was pregnant and I felt constantly tired and nauseous. I also had some other trouble with my health.
My life was one big rollercoaster these past few months and I decided that it is time to blog again, partly to process everything, but also to bring hope to someone else. Continue reading Back to Blogging
Last weekend I had a perfect weekend. I might add “at home”, as our other recent perfect weekend was the weekend we took our baby away for the first time.
Our perfect weekend was busy, but started with a relaxed Friday afternoon. On Friday my husband finished early at work so we picked our baby up together and went for a walk in the park.
It is the same park where we watched numerous sunsets together. It is also where my husband proposed many years ago.
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make him a “space capsule”, adding some things from his birth day (like a newspaper, some technology that will be long outdated by the time he is 18 and a letter for him).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.
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.
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.