I love this picture a little fuzzy. It reminds me of her beautiful child's face
I was so happy and upset that I missed my pancakes crispy! I know exactly the mistake I made, I know I did the remake more. I still throbs, in one of disappointment, as I write these lines. I console myself with the cake with dates, Dominick has really liked it. Anyway, I celebrated his birthday!
Dear son, a strange sense of wholeness in me. It is a very sweet joy to see you coming and going in the home, back on their feet all the wanderings of my computer to listen intensely to tell you the last hockey game and fabulous David ... etc.
Today I read an interesting page in the book "Jean Genet, liar sublime" Tahar Jelloun.
About between Jelloun and Genet:
Genet - "I was in my corner and I observed you with your parents. I was captivated by the look your mom asked about you. I do not know if you're in conscious, but this look then, this attention for free is a blessing, I will not say God, but a blessing of life. It's moving ... "
Jelloun -" Sometimes I was embarrassed, embarrassed, but over time I realized how much this love has helped me build. Genet had never known her mother. He had no family. "
My children know that look, one that has a particular intensity and sometimes embarrasses them also. It is a look excited, consciously carrier ... affection and blessings. Looking for mother ...
Whether that new age make you even happier!
- Tahar Ben JellounFranco-Moroccan writer known for his Prix Goncourt in 1987 for his book The sacred night and commitment against racism in France .
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