I am so happy that the sun shines from the sky and not sooo cold.
pure spring fever, and it smells even after that.
awake in the garden slowly but steadily life.
life comes, life goes on.
Sally is there, it is with me I feel it in my area.
in the garden and on the terrace I avoid it, the laundry hanging conversation with her, especially with setting keep: o)
My neighbors think maybe I had a full tit * gg *
I have them but either way, but yes, it does not need to know any * giggle *
The boys school for two days free to enjoy to the fullest. Here's jogging pants baggy look announced, will be here together threw the budget, because there will be only half as long, and I enjoy it, to have been a real guy to son, for he carries like my heavy laundry baskets and peels voluntary basis, a huge pot of potatoes: o)
Now and again I am taken by the arm and pushed, and the King Tiger distributed wet smacker, much to the jealous chagrin of Mr Tiny, it indeed looks üüüberhaupt not be happy if someone else besides him, abknutscht mama: o)
Since violently in the face is set neatly Zornesfältchen and scolded. Small poison dwarf, o) o)
delayed the evening, I go to bed and hours to earlier. I sew like a champ. Coping with grief Schmunzlern many in between, when I call funny experiences with our Schlappöhrchen in memory.
Then come in between the tears, and think I must point out that Sally a few hours before her death, suffered a severe stroke ... the final death sentence. It is
day a rollercoaster of emotions. In the night I can smell it. Yes indeed, I have her smell in the nose, as she would lie next to my bed ...
It is hard to believe, but because I sleep really well. I feel secure.
Here there is a peaceful mood, and I shudder when before Wednesday at 6:30 the alarm goes off: o /
just everyday.
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