Everyone's onto their own thing after washing up the dishes after dinner. The Poster Boys are here because their mother had decided to bring the Oui-Ouis over for a couple of days before they leave for Italy. I thought I'd never see them again till next year, realizing too late that I had not taken any photos with them.
Now they're here after a whole afternoon of playing in water. But I doubt the little one is keen to have his photo taken. They spent the past week in Brest with their maternal grandparents. And N came back with a cold-sore on the lips which even affected his appetite. He's lost one kilogram of weight - that's a lot considering he weighs only 16 kg.
The FIL will drive JL and I to the airport in Lyon tomorrow after lunch. It will be a bittersweet day, I already know. We're embarking on a new chapter in our life, after a whole year of wandering and wondering in uncertainty. We certainly never expected the wait to be this long when we took the leap of faith, leaving behind our stable, rather comfortable and routine life in Singapore (in other words, boring).
A friend commented about the good life I live. Yes, T, my life is good in the context of the whole world. But there were days when I refused to even wake up, let alone get out of bed, because I felt stuck in this same life. My 36th birthday saw me homeless, jobless and aimless. But tomorrow, on the French autoroute (which had been so kind to us) to Lyon Saint Exupéry, I will remind myself that I'm moving on. With the love of my life, we're moving on.
As for the Poster Boys, never mind the photo. At least I get to have them hug and kiss me one more time. I'll ask for very sloppy ones that'll last for months.
Now they're here after a whole afternoon of playing in water. But I doubt the little one is keen to have his photo taken. They spent the past week in Brest with their maternal grandparents. And N came back with a cold-sore on the lips which even affected his appetite. He's lost one kilogram of weight - that's a lot considering he weighs only 16 kg.
The FIL will drive JL and I to the airport in Lyon tomorrow after lunch. It will be a bittersweet day, I already know. We're embarking on a new chapter in our life, after a whole year of wandering and wondering in uncertainty. We certainly never expected the wait to be this long when we took the leap of faith, leaving behind our stable, rather comfortable and routine life in Singapore (in other words, boring).
A friend commented about the good life I live. Yes, T, my life is good in the context of the whole world. But there were days when I refused to even wake up, let alone get out of bed, because I felt stuck in this same life. My 36th birthday saw me homeless, jobless and aimless. But tomorrow, on the French autoroute (which had been so kind to us) to Lyon Saint Exupéry, I will remind myself that I'm moving on. With the love of my life, we're moving on.
As for the Poster Boys, never mind the photo. At least I get to have them hug and kiss me one more time. I'll ask for very sloppy ones that'll last for months.
