pandoroand my
me and your dad took us a bit 'to decide how to call you and then your sister has decided that your name Donda, who would call a named Deborah Pinuccia , and my grandmother got "Tonti" and yelled at me through the afternoon of Christmas.
What have cheeks that sink if you lose your face and you seem to be with my face in the soft butter or in whipped cream just barely, or a cloud or snow, but warm and fragrant.
What has your sister's ass, but you have decided that "the CULA ", which actually smells a little bit, like your legs and those of your sister. You have the legs and soft Cicciotti two seemingly freshly baked loaves. What you have to braccialini chubby.
I had never heard a child laugh as much as you laugh, and when you do not make you laugh the more you pee on me and yell at ultrasound. What
adore your sister, for now reciprocated in secret, you see offer its games and then you are snatched, screaming.
You do not understand why you can not put your hands in the bowl of jelly and spread even inside the diaper, as you did yesterday. What
always laugh with everyone, but if you become angry and yell and beat the purple hands cicciottoline and you buckle your feet and whisk well loaf and there's no way you get back if not giving in and what ridandoti you wanted (including the bowl of jelly to put your hands and put anywhere) (why parents should be consistent from the start eh ... ahem).
What I fondled, sniffed, kissing and embraced and enjoyed with less anxiety than I had with your sister, second-born power of .
What are your eyes one day dark green, dark blue one day, a gray day and I wonder how am I going to resist all those colors.
That you are born of 3.770 kg Didst thou appear and a boat, and after three days of "look what I did not milk" but no, do not worry, you have lost 410 grams, like a deflated inner tube.
Cara Donda, this year was a bit 'heavy, let's face it. He also did a little 'shit. Emotionally heavy. Almost devastating.
But without you I do not know where would we be if we would.
You were my strength, in this year.
My strength to keep his head out, for those times when I wanted to hug but I was afraid of hurting the Spucci to find the balance between you two, and four of us. My certainty that, sooner or later, things are going really well, because we are committed , all four. The awareness that September 28th a year ago I was happy in the bathroom of the station, with the test in hand. My strength in the hospital with tears that I could not stop, so I grabbed at night, and slept nearby, one more thing, even if you were out. And you are my strength today, when I feel defeated by myself. But now I realize, and I apologize, at least.
Pandoroand , 2010 has definitely sucked. That was not, however, you brought me. And the 2006, 2008 and 2010 were, for gifts, my best years.
Spucci , you're afraid of being forgotten, you are looking for attention, you do the lip crying just to get you console, you eat alone and keep the cups as big, and do the shampoo of the great, and a bath of the great, and great things to eat, you're still small. And you're my first child. The one that gave birth to a mother. What I would sometimes get in the bed and me baby, and stay close. But then when you put it in the Latvian're going to turn in eight children with the St. Vitus dance. To you that have my same moody character. But you're capable of great smiles, and gestures of infinite sweetness, which jumps eight hours on the Latvian, who have small hands small, but capable of many things, you read the letters that you love the tale of Red Riding Hood, I give you centomilamillemilioni kisses, but you do not want to pretend that you begin to ask "who is" all to help me in the kitchen, love the tortellini and I'm taking the ferrero rocher alone , I wonder how I came to get me, so beautiful, and intelligent and alarm clock. You watch your sister on the bias and you do not really like it so much that the squeeze his belly and she laughs, slaps the and laughs, the turkey and to do the ride and then the ring, and she's crying and you laugh. What a little 'do you like and even when I put in the bed and takes her hand. What do you like scratch card on the back and legs. I will always remember December 25th of 2008, as you were beautiful in that green sheet from the hospital. What year
tiring it was. But is always better. And next year I promise that you will take a week at sea, and we will do all the games you want, but eat the sand. It will be a year of kisses and hugs and hugs and everything you want.
And to you, happy new year.
What is a year of health, mostly. And of new marriages, second children, new and stable jobs, bigger houses.
Laura
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