Gotta move on

Gosh, two years without posting anything here. Well, typical of me. I've been and will always be busy. Really? Or just an excuse for not updating this blog? No, it's just because I would rather read during my spare time than to stare intently at my computer's bright screen. Well, whatever the reason, it only shows time indeed flies so fast. And shite, I'm aging.

My daughter's gonna be 18 next month. Pinch me, soon an adult! Just can't accept it. Not yet. Now, she keeps on reminding us that she'll soon can do whatever she wants. Excuse me? In your dreams, my baby girl. Been telling us that she'll be moving to Bordeaux for her studies. Lordy, that's hundreds of kilometers from here! As I said, I still can't accept it, and am going nuts!

I need a job, a real one.

Seb's parents have been divorced for over twenty five years now. He was about seven years old when this happened. Both got re-married and Seb has now three half-brothers. Ever since, every year, he celebrates Christmas with his mother and his mother's sisters and their families. But from time to time, his father invites him celebrate New Year's eve with him and his family.

Last Saturday, we were supposed to have his mother, together with her husband and Seb's half-brother. But in the morning (of that day), his mother called up to tell us that her husband wasn't coming. The reason, another woman. She sounded so devastated Seb tried to comfort her telling her de le laisser tomber and that this man just couldn't prevent us from celebrating Christmas.

An hour later after their conversation on the phone, his father who just got back from the south of France, called up telling us that he'd drop by to give Cléms' and Koko's cadeaux. Last year's Christmas, he was alone. His wife and sons decided to stay there in the south till the end of the year and since he (Seb's dad) owns a restaurant in Paris that he just couldn't leave closed for more than two days, he returned home alone. So, Seb, knowing his papa was going to be alone for Christmas, invited him. Voilà, after twenty five years, Seb had a chance to celebrate Christmas with both his mom and dad. And for us: moi, Cléms and Koko, our first time having the two together on that special day. Isn't that sweet? Or I don't know, it felt a little awkward actually. As for me, I hope and pray that the love of my life stays as my forever 'the love of my life'.

LOVES of my life...

---- Note that I've written this years before, can't even remember what year it was. Don't know what happened I somehow failed to post it. Anyway, I thought of posting it and added pics. ;)