Thursday, January 26, 2012


Today was a very quiet day, at home with a sick Florina. And like usual, taking pictures, I liked the grey and dark colors of this day. Everything went slow and silent. Then Earl came back from work and he brought life in the house. He gave Swann his bath listening to hip hop music in the bathroom, then gave him his dinner with the sound of latina music, singing and talking to him like an old guy from Mississipi. Man, I love him.

It's hard to explain how peace comes and goes. But for the moment it is here, and I want to hold on to it as long as I can.


meesch said...

I love what you said about it being hard to explain how the peace comes and goes... perfectly said.

Anabelle said...

Thank you Meesch. Yes, that's the handbag I was talking about :)
Looks like we have the same love for small and simple things in life... By the way, your cupcakes are AMAZING, I have to try some of your recipes. I am a cupcake lover.

Good night, Olivia said...

Just love the name, Florina.
And your outlook on life, how it flows and swing from peace to chaos, and then back again. I believe we have to learn how to live with it, although I found it hard at times.
Lovely weekend!

Maria said...

You have a new name!

::The Beetle Shack:: said...

perfectly written. The stillness is beautiful, but the joyfull sounds of a dadda a bubba are winners for sure!

xo em

Anabelle said...

Thank you Lilli, Maria, and Emily for your lovely comments ♥♥♥