Today Grandma Day. And I remembered those moments when my grandmother came to Warsaw Mandatory on show in kindergarten. How many it was emotional. Because my grandmother at home, because the performance, because the special day. I am proud of her daughter and granddaughter of Bacia.
Today, we are just wishing you the phone. Era poems finite ...
Well, I benefited myself and I talked with my mother. Sometimes copper was us .. it is very difficult. I needed lengthy treatment, in order to deal with certain things out of it.
But today when she asked my mother if I'm happy now ... answered yes.
Then she hung up, and ask yourself why this is so, the whole bottom, and I weep nerves scattered mom saying that is ok .. wszytsko
And so dawned on me in my head that probably because I love you ...? Do not want to worry her?
Strange .. So after many years to realize that, surely my mother. Variously with her coming out, I try to, but in the end not only were the bad days. I often cried together and laughed head off.
My lame brain sometimes tricks plata me and wants to erase the what is good from memory.
And moments like these I wszytsko they return.
descend to these memories as a warm blanket. One day, sit down and describe them. Seal them all. Together with other great moments, to which we are increasingly difficult to come back.
And there mala Julenka taken over recites a poem for Grandma on the pre-show. (I once wydawalao me that it still shoots a photograph, today .. this photo is priceless)
PS
Actually as good as I sit down to blog I'm going to write about something else completely and comes out from under my keyboard at else:)
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