I can’t believe it’s been half a year
Time flied by like a night in disguise
One second ago I held you close
Two little feet, ten little toes
First a smile, then a laugh
Now six months later you’re rolling around
Finding your hands to your toys
Soon you’ll be able to walk and talk
While you’re growing up, we’re growing old
Stop time a little so we can be with you even more
There is no rush, so I’ll stop searching for the next milestone
And enjoy the time with our firstborn child
Today was such a beautiful day. It did say it would rain today but the skies cleared up and the sun came out to shine. I went out for a walk around 1 p.m and took my time, looking at the beauty that we can soon call summer. After an hour and a nice long trip around our area I found myself home again. The little one slept the second half of our stroll and was well raised when we arrived home.
I had to stop and take some snapshots as well. Even got up close to a butterfly. One of the most beautiful, tiny creatures. And the colors of the beautiful flowers bring me so much joy. Summer is coming and you can finally see it.
I can’t really explain my absence the last months. Sometimes it’s hard to describe feelings into words, and you have no clue why things happen. I’m only 19 years old and should have the whole world in front of my feet. But it doesn’t exactly help to hear all kinds of advice from colleagues, family or friends. There is no way they can put their feelings and trouble aside and look inside my head and see what is going on.
Everyone is going through something, cause we can’t always be happy – it is mentally impossible. For me, when I’m happy, I’m ecstatic. I’m on top of the world, like happiness is something I’ve never felt before. I have moments of happiness too but they fade away just as quickly as then came. And when I’m down I beat myself up over all the wrongs and should have’s. It’s hard to just be and let everything go because I always feel some sort of responsibility. At work, at home or to myself.
The day only has 24 hours, 9 of which go to sleeping, 8 hours go to work and 1 hour goes to commuting back and forth from work. Exercise takes about 2 hours, which leads us to 4 hours left to live. Is that enough, having 4 hours of spare time?
I’m just saying, there is not enough hours in the day to do everything we want or have to do. So spare with me, I’m trying my best.