Today… Yesterday. A repeat from the night before.
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#December Reflections 2016 – Today is…
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#December Reflections 2016 – Traditions
My crooked cake.
I love to bake on Christmas. Usually I get to do a lot of desserts for family dinner, and especially a traditional fried kind of cake, passed on from my grandma. Last year I was heavily pregnant, and almost forbidden to move, and still I made the cake… This year I didn’t made it. There were no space for tradition with a sick baby.
#December Reflections 2016 – Sparkle
Sparkle… Where is it?
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#December Reflections 2016 – Fave Photo of 2016
We were up to no good…
Here’s to silly endeavours and happy moments. Here’s to us, here’s to love…
From all of my favorite’s photos from 2016 this one is special. She was a bit cranky. I was a bit flustered. We were both doing what we could to be patient with each other. But we managed this pretty special shot. My baby. My curious one. My love.
It was very difficult to chose just one photo. They’re all special and important. Even the unfocused and ugly represents some special part of me.
#December Reflections 2016 – Light
There’s always a light. Sometimes we just refuse to see it.
This is my Christmas tree top. No guiding star. An ice flake, a butterfly and a burning crystal heart.
#December Reflections 2016 – On the table
There’s a lot on my plate right now. And there’s a lot on my table also. Books, writings, plans, schedules, medical exams, beautiful bookmarks, my journal, bills, pens and coloring pens, drawings, baby bottles, saline solution and tissues. Yup! We have a cold for weeks now.
And then there’s my computer buried behind all kinds of stuff. Including multiple power cords, phones, electronic apparatus, and extra keyboards (my seven months daughter already wants her own).
December Reflections 2016
I love a good inspiring challenge. This time I’ll be sharing it here, on the blog, with you.
I guess it doesn’t fit the blog theme. Frankly, I can’t seem to care less. I keep struggling to maintain this project and I guess in this final month a more contemplative state is in order… And even if it doesn’t fit the writers theme it surely serves its inspirational profile.