This year end is not like any others: it doesn't feel like Christmas yet even though it's just two days away, or that the end of the year is next week. Peter and I were talking about it the other day and we feel the same. For us, it feels a bit numb, really. I guess we're so engorged in all the things we have to do and think about before a little human being comes into our life just three months from now that we just forgot about it all, in a way.

I'm kind of wondering how it will feel like when we are with our families, will we still feel the same or are we going to get into the Holidays Spirit then? I hope for the latter... I've always loved Christmas and the celebrations and the wrapping papers and the joy around us. I know it's a time for celebration and fun and joy and I want to feel all of it. 

Here we are again, tomorrow is my birthday. I'll be turning 32.

This time around doesn't really feel so different than last year. I might have forgotten a little about it even. I think 32 is a very pretty number, it just looks good, you know.

Sometimes, I'm really wondering where time goes, because I don't really follow sometimes: 'time flies' really makes more sense every year! Maybe I'm not doing the right things when time is giving me time and I have the feeling it's going to change. I want to enjoy more, be happier, be there for those I care about and live my life inspired by good and lovely people here and there.

Tomorrow I start my day with two medical appointments: I'm a bit nervous because it's on my birthday and I hope I won't get bad news, though I kinda chose to do it that way. Up and early on your birthday to enjoy the whole day, yep, I can do it!

My thoughts so far:

This weekend, it was celebration time: BabyLuv's birthday, his mom's birthday and Father's Day were to be celebrated outside and, of course, with barbecue, oh yeah! Barbecue time is one of my favorites: everyone's happy, eat with appetite and dig into a perfect weather with swimming-pool or jacuzzi fun. It's always one of the best moments in the year.

Above is a little place at BabyLuv's parents where you can read a book or rest after a little swim, isn't it fabulous ?

Below are the beautiful flowers BabyLuv's mom grow in her garden; she's got such a great green thumb, you should see her orchids!

 

When we left, we took the little roads to get some grass for Isolde, our guinea pig and we encountered a few lovely animals along the way. This made me feel like a four-year old and made me feel a bit homesick, since I used to be a country girl. I hope someday, I'll be back in the countryside and will get to see all this gorgeous creatures every single day.

Sunsets are going to be gorgeous this year again.

Here's one taken while we drove back from VestRock.

all pictures edited with VSCOCam
first picture created with Gimp, from an idea seen and used in afterlight

Depuis que je vis en Belgique avec mon chéri, nous allons régulièrement, le dimanche en fin d'après midi voir sa Mémée, au doux nom de Rosa.

Mémée Rosa a bientôt 90 ans et elle vit dans un petit appartement en maison de retraite.

Cet article fait partie d'un défi lancé par Chloé et Nadj afin de trouver un peu d'inspiration pour faire vivre leurs blogs. Je me suis dit que mon blog avait aussi besoin de vivre, alors me voilà prise d'inspiration !

Défi du 01/6/2014 : Description d'un trajet que l'on fait régulièrement.

Even though I know it's part of the processus of getting better and because it was still intensive surgery no matter what, I'm in such a state that anything puts me into tears. Not always sad tears, even the happy ones come leaving red-nosed... I know I need to get everything out of my system and tears is a good way to do so, so i'll just met the tears come and leave their salty traces on my face for a little while.

I can't wait to feel normal and at ease so I can enjoy the new me. I know it's just a matter of time so for now, I'll just rest some more and enjoy the 'free' time ahead of me.

p.s. I will update my blog with loads and loads of posts, feel free to ignore the less recent ones.