i have just come back from running errands, roads are a mess. another storm is coming.
i am tucked in the house now, the sweet sound of violin plays from the radio. the smell of curry
perfumes the house as the soup cooks on the stove top. i am dreaming of a different kind of happiness, i have confused you with this line i am sure. i can not put a finger to it, or find the right words to tell you how much i wish for children. I am working at it, we are, oh that might sound funny, does it? it as if i am preparing for two scenarios so different from one and another, one as mother and the other as the world traveller i used to know.
i think i shall take a few small trips in the next few months, where shall i go, do you have room at the inn for me.....
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Fingers crossed that your dream comes true! Tightly! Stay warm. A lot of snow. And oh, the smell of curry....I like and dream of that too.
love the vintage treatment on these photos. just lovely.
Dear Nadia,
my children came after 7 years trying when I said: "Whatever, God."
All the best for you.
Love, Ariane.
I wish you the happiness that you are dreaming of ...Treasure this wandering soul of yours !
may your dreams take you where you need to go ...
My sisters both tried for children for years...one was successful, the other never was. I wonder what my experience will be. You are brave, Nadia. Your time as a mother will come, and what a wonderful mother you will be!!!
My home in Salt Lake City is always open...we could spend time in our little city, head up to the cabin in the mountains, or head down to the red rock desert...my door is always open, though it is not the most exotic of places.
Sending my heart your way.
p.s. wonderful, wonderful photos
i dream of children daily, wishing you the best nadia!
i so wish i had a house and not a tiny apartment...the sierra nevada's are right out my door!
You can always come here. M misses you. And you know I'm rooting for you. The best mom ever, you will be.
I also love curry and being cozy and speaking of cozy..... I also was married for about 6 years before my beautiful son finally arrived. And as corny as it sounds, towards the end (which was really the beginning), I envisioned my womb as a big fluffy cozy down comforter sprinkled with white rose petals, then prayed to Mother Mary (and I am not religious!) and went to a Chinese herbalist.... two months later, bam ... a bun in the oven. Also, don't wish...KNOW it will be! : )
.....and don't worry, you can still travel with children!
I'm thinking positive thoughts for you! I know I live far away, but if you're ever in Europe, I'd gladly welcome you into my home.
i'm here on the cape and there's room at my inn (but it's awfully rainy here these days -- everyone else lucks out and gets snow)...trust that your babe will come...unexpectedly perhaps, but yes, do trust...
I hope all your dreams come through Nadia!
if you'll visit Italy next summer... I might have space! :)
Happy dreaming...and may your dreams come true!
Chère Nadia,
You write so very beautifully and this post has touched me. We too are hoping for children but it can't happen naturally for us. There are possibilities though, nothing is impossible and anything can happen. I wish you all the best in your journey, stay positive, and Montreal is a lovely place to visit that i'm sure you are most fond of :)
Natasha xx
I found out I was pregnant the day after we registered for international adoption. As I was going through fertility treatments, I was dreaming of a little boy from the Phillipines. I delivered my son at the age of 41. As blessed as I am to have him, hindsight and the wisdom of age tell me that life would have been different, but rich and meaningful regardless, if I had remained childless. Being a mother is part of who I am, but it's not everything. However, it was a process I had to go through, whatever the outcome. I wish you all the best as you embark on your own personal journey, Nadia, and courage for those difficult days.
I found out I was pregnant the day after we registered for international adoption. As I was going through fertility treatments, I was dreaming of a little boy from the Phillipines. I delivered my son at the age of 41. As blessed as I am to have him, hindsight and the wisdom of age tell me that life would have been different, but rich and meaningful regardless, if I had remained childless. Being a mother is part of who I am, but it's not everything. However, it was a process I had to go through, whatever the outcome. I wish you all the best as you embark on your own personal journey, Nadia, and courage for those difficult days.
there's always room on Vancouver Island for you except this time of year is a bit wet and dreary...springtime is when it's most lovely!
thinking of you, always.
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