Halloween with Becca

Family, Grief, Happiness, Loss, Love, Sorrow

Winter in Derenemyn

This is the sixth chapter of the as-yet untitled (suggestions welcome) love story that Julienne and I lived. In case this is your first time, a) I’m sorry and b) the other chapters are listed below in case you’d like them in chronological order.

Chapter 1 – Meeting Julienne

Chapter 2 – Finding Julienne

Chapter 3 – A Kiss, and a Confession

Chapter 4 – Of Spaniel Day Lewis, Parents, and Dothraki Love Nests

Chapter 5 – Brioche French Toast

(A brief note before we get started. I indicated in yesterday’s post that the last bunch of days have been very hard. That hasn’t changed. I’m hoping that I can not only write this, but that I can feel a little better by doing so. It may be a fool’s errand on both fronts, but I’m going to try.)

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Halloween season, I would come to learn, starts in February…

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School pick up

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Still normal.

Children grow up, they become independent and the last thing they want is, Mom waiting eagerly for them to come out at the end of school , especially boys . I have loved picking my kids up from school but they are older now and enjoy coming on the bus and I get to enjoy some me time. Some days I get a chance when there is after school activities. I definitely don’t mind, in-fact love to do the school pick up. Again a secret pleasure which can’t be exhibited.

Sitting in the car park, waiting for the bell to go and then this whole crowd of kids come out. Every car has an anxious parent or grandparent either texting or watching out – in case the child misses the car. It is chaotic but wonderful to see happy children bouncing away. Happy teachers too. Traffic is chaotic but you…

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Regaining happiness and confidence.

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Just Another Teenager

I made a big decision last week. Well, it wasn’t a huge life-changing decision, rather, I didn’t think it would be. I’ll just cut to the point, shall I?

I cut off my hair!

Technically, the hairdresser cut off my hair, but you get the point. I told my parents last week that I wanted to have a hair cut and then I talked to my mum about it for a while because my hair is thick, curly and… unpredictable. After some research into how I would tame my hair, I decided that I definitely wanted to go ahead with the cut. I just didn’t see the point in wondering how it would look for ages and then not doing anything. I then had a wild thought. I could donate my hair. I told my mum and she immediately set up a fundraiser page and booked for the hairdresser to…

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