It was love at first sight The moment I saw you So perfect and small I immediately knew That I would love you forever You were in mum's arm Couldn't wait to bring you home And shower you with love. How the years have flown by I stare in amazement At the man you've become … Continue reading A Different Kind Of Love
As a child, I used to curl up next to my dad while he was watching television or reading the paper. I used to watch my mum get ready and admire her Elizabeth Arden makeup and her Chanel No.5 perfume. When my parents were eating, if there was something they knew I liked, they would … Continue reading When I Was Just A Little Girl…
"Love isn't always perfect. It isn't a fairytale or a storybook. And it doesn't always come easy. Love is overcoming obstacles, facing challenges, fighting to be together, holding on & never letting go. It is a short word, easy to spell, difficult to define, & impossible to live without. Love is work, but most of … Continue reading Love Isn’t Always Perfect
I would like to begin by thanking Janice from The Simple Beginner and Nisha of Nisha's Niche, for nominating me for the Liebster Award. Thank you so much for thinking of my blog, it is indeed an honour. I think this is a great award, as it helps others to 'discover new blogs'. The rules of this … Continue reading Liebster Award
I was happy alone No expectations Content with my life Until I met him He showered me with love More than I thought possible And swept me off my feet No gesture too big or small He understands me Like no one else And makes me smile Where others fail Every second of every day … Continue reading Diamonds Are a Girl’s Best Friend
My dad called this morning, as he routinely does every morning. He mentioned that my youngest brother has been offered a promotion at work. He had been filling in for someone who was away, and now he's been offered the position permanently. I was immediately filled with pride but then sadness overcame me. Mum always … Continue reading Is It Still February?
I'll Never forget... Monday, the 21st of February, 2000. The doctor had said mum could come home for the weekend but it'd probably be the last time that she did. Dad kept repeating those words and crying, as we were following the ambulance back to the hospice. Dad used to break down all the time … Continue reading I’ll Never Forget
