“You can never connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking back”. ~Steve Jobs If 12 years ago you had told me that I’d travel the world… Read More
A list of my usual cobweb thoughts, because I really can’t write coherently about this roller coaster of emotions, pain and fear.
I wish I felt like writing cheesy stuff like, “I love you like that day”, “you make me so happy”, “I’m still in love with you”. None of that is true.
The third part of my favourite story, how I met Alex, my husband and father of my children
10 years ago today Alex and I had our first date. 7 years ago today we got married. This photo is not from any of those days, but to me it’s love, youth, fun, freedom—all things that today we have less of.
La prossima volta che ti sorprendi perché non conosci le difficoltà di vita dei tuoi amici—la loro interezza—non è certo colpa di Facebook. La colpa, se di colpa vogliamo parlare, è solo tua.
Sono stata talmente presa dalla mia nuova vita di mamma di due scimmiette che non mi sono nemmeno accorta di un piccolo traguardo personale: La Tela ha superato i 1000 like su Facebook! Yuppy!
Today, after leaving the house upset at Alex for the second morning in a row, I started thinking how our relationship has changed for the worse since we became parents. As my parents are divorced, sometimes I find myself wondering if this is a sign that something is really wrong. But as soon as I started writing about all that has changed and its causes, I realised something that we might sometimes forget when we’re angry, tired and frustrated: this is all normal.
This is the last post of the year and to celebrate it, I decided to write a collection of the TOP 10 posts of 2016.
This is the second part of one of my favourite stories: how I met my husband and the father of my children.
Last Sunday Alex had a brilliant idea: take Oliver hiking for the first time. It was a huge success!
Last night we had dinner at our new place (eggs and bacon, which is our breakfast buy also our last minute meal) and slept in our beds.