Today I saw your first picture. You seem to be protecting the Great Bear.
He has the air of the newborn. A beautiful baby, with so many blacks hair, dark brown.
I remember roughly when you were trying to take care of me too: I remember that day when we decided, together, at the same moment, expecting nothing more life outside of our home, but to throw, serene, decided fearless, courageous, stubborn, naive perhaps.
We went away in the sun, smiling, still believing, always believing.
"I go away, give up everything, I go to Africa" \u200b\u200b
"walk away, walk with him, perhaps expecting a baby"
In small tub we expected the test results, that the disappointment of those who was not an accident, it was love .
Do not worry, come, come.
still believed, always believing.
Cats came away with me. You married a year after: in the office I looked at your photos, remember the envy to see that your little hint of belly. I wanted to hug you.
still believed, always believing.
And now you have that baby in my arms and I wonder when lawfully truly will choose to move forward, to go further, to stop back on my feet, a pilgrim myself, always hide the flaws, not to notice the merits.
I wonder if and when ever I am ready to do something beautiful, unique, important, irrevocable right to full and eternal and absolute. When I am ready to pay serious about my own pocket.
still believed, always believing.
Years pass for me, I still feel the bite of the race, but more mild.
Perhaps in the end you stop again, you can expect: perhaps it is a circle which ends today, ready to begin again, at least for me.
still believed, always believing.
I know that you laugh about all this, I would say be patient, to pass the time, to concentrate on really important things.
I'll try, I swear, I try.
But not enough , and you know it.
Maybe these are goals I believe in, but that will never be truly mine.
Maybe one day I could write such a thing without crying.
still believed, always believing.
Happy Birthday, Mom .
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