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Letter to ...

dear little daughter.

This is my first letter to you, my sweetheart.
Maybe someday it read.
began a new year, and you're still far away ...
Sam samiuteńka without me, without his mommy.
And I'm still the same and samiuteńka without you.
Waiting for you here not just me.
Waiting to your dad and our dog Badžo patchy.
I think he was specifically waiting for two little feet running around our house.
I think the first thing you do in your view, this will bring you your green, the ball terribly and lightly bitten you will turn her in the elbow, and then try to give the dog a kiss. I think you'll love its soft fur .
waiting for you here the warmth and safety, music and the host of divine goodies for the tummy.
waiting for you love that your little heart was in need. How
will continue your journey to us, your parents?
Nobody knows.

waiting

Mom, Dad and Munio

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new year and the window of life

come the new year and hope that it will be quite different than the old.
This past was not bad, was not empty, it was not bland, nor sad, but very good.
Enough waiting, a little laughing smutasek, sun-warmed, filled with the smell of wet Munia, well fed delicacies dotulony. Good.
What will this new?
My dream is to meet with my baby before the middle of the year.
But does it work?
I look forward to opening a new chapter in my life. Waiting for my daughter.

Christmas were really successful, with no fuss and very offended min. There were a few tears when I learned that half the pairs from my course already has their treasure. Came my brother and a 5-year-old daughter and well I played with them. Most I was when I sat together on the sofa, watched "Ratatouille" and zajadałyśmy treats.

Today in the window of life odleziono little newborn girl. My mother in law called me this morning news. She said that she feels that this will be our daughter. I felt very glad that so well we wish that so much waiting wnusi. But I look at this great distance, it is not known what will be with this girl, she can hit up for adoption, and may return to her mother. I wish love her as much as possible, would hit a good, sensitive hands.
I hope no one never gave up.

in my heart I feel that my treasure is born somewhere.

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Vice Munia

Munro loves to hunt for snow balls, totally loves the snow, and without boundaries. And besides, yesterday he ate half a puncture of his master. Official version is that it ate longing, because you went to the "Night Massacre," or szlajał in the woods all night on a bike without Munia (!!!). Night Massacre is one all-night bike ride (and not only) in the longest night of the year for the extremly mad, like my dear husband. He came back this morning all happy with odmarzniętą red face.

A fine for me. I'm glad all this beautiful winter day, a few days, "went on the walls" with a longing for the little one, but I give advice. Holidays are coming ...