We've been staying with my parents for over a month now - For Florian, it's been just over a week. After confinement, Mum did most of the cooking for dinner. I made Cashew Chicken the other evening for everyone, since my dear husband is a fan of it. Last Friday, I decided to made a … Continue reading Recipe: Spaghetti Al Ragu
29 September 2019, Florian and I celebrated our first anniversary. It's been a whirlwind of a year as many of you may know. We had a whole lot of highs, and a huge hit-the-ground low. Still, we're standing together, stronger than ever and looking forward to another year ahead. I expected this anniversary to have … Continue reading We Are One.
The Italy series have finally come to a close. I wrote most of my Italy posts back to back over a week or two in order to keep my mind occupied. Since then, I have been doing a few other things. For one, I mentioned in my post 'Love and Loss' about a little something … Continue reading Seeking the Rainbow
The struggle to not keep looking back is real. A few night ago, I laid in bed crying inconsolably over our babies once again. I cried because I had convinced myself in that moment that I was the reason they are no longer here. Perhaps I could have done more. Only I was to blame. … Continue reading Steps Forward.
I woke up this morning and in minutes, had tears spilling down my cheeks as I laid in bed, body still aching from last week's ordeal. A couple days ago, I felt that I wanted to do something positive in memory of the babies we'd lost. So I started the ball rolling, and perhaps, if … Continue reading Love and Loss.
I was meant to continue with my Italy journals, but I cannot pretend that this didn't just happen. I cannot continue writing those entries as though unaffected. So here it is, the hardest blog entry I hope to ever write. A few months ago, I blogged about Flo and I finally conceiving. We were beyond … Continue reading The Hardest Post I Hope to Ever Write.
In early April, we fostered our second dog, Truffles. He was only a puppy - a tiny, skinny, timid little thing that we couldn't go near to for a few days. It took about a month to get him out of his shell, and to trust us wholly. Florian and I expected him to be … Continue reading Bittersweet Goodbyes.