Some people…

Sometimes Facebook is a good thing. I have learned so many wonderful people. All of them with big hearts for animals. I can enjoy so many stunning pictures and stories. Thank you all for that.

But there is more… sometimes we met people and there is an instinct connection. Even if you never met in person. Anoeska is one of those women I “fell in love” with. Like it seems we have a lot in-common. Even our journey to beat pain is alike.

I would like to set Anoeska in spotlight, her and a lot of other women/men, who dear to tell their story to a totally stranger and doing that, a lifetime friendship starts.

Just to chat from time to time gives me some recognition. Knowing there is someone who understands me, because she/he, really listens. Because our stories are parallel and we feel each others pain and joyfulness. Because we are open te hear what is not necessary said.

For that… Facebook, thank you. Without you, no Anoeska ๐Ÿ™‚

Tamara, Nadine, Sam, Carine… thank you girls for being there for me.



Old friends in new life…

Recently I renewed contact with a friend from my schooldays in Poland. I don’t even know how it went exactly, but Facebook is a big help finding lost contacts. And there she was, Monika Baszczynska, in her full glory. A beautiful women now. With an angel of a daughter, Milenia. A man and a dog included in her life :-).

It brought so many memories. So many thoughts, good ones and painful ones too. And a lot of questions as well, of course. I was relieved to hear she is happy and well. Her smile and eyes are exactly the same as 26 years ago when I saw her for the last time.

Those days, we chat now and then. Telling stories about our lives. Sending pictures. Today I received this one. En yeah! I was jealous!









Having friends who connect you with your “old life” is a special feeling. A piece of you your courant friends not know. Moving aboard when I was a young girl ment leaving everything behind. Life as I knew was gone. I had to create new memories in a new country. So a little talk with Monia (as everyone calls her) is nice.

Please let stay in contact… lets us talk about the past and make plans for the future… as friends.

P.S. Look!… she sent me this picture too!! Me… as Maya The Bee!! Isn’t it fabulous? ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚










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It’s easy to love when you have love around.

Bart and I don’t have children. Don’t get me wrong, saying… kids are not for us. For more than one reason. Most important one is the fact that we never dreamed about a big family. Neither Bart, nor I. Second big reason is my illness. Bart is 44, I am 41. Sometimes I wonder how come we do not desire having kids. But we just don’t. However, I assure you this: every child looooves Bart. The reason? No idea! In the supermarket children are smiling at him, waving at him, they talk to him. It’s funny sometimes. They smile at me too, but I taste there is more connection with my husband. That is beautiful because we generous care about them. We enjoy having them around, just… not the whole time ๐Ÿ˜‰

Our friends children are in our hearts too. Every time Tamara, a friend of mine, tells they are ill, or not so happy for a reason, my heart breaks. Tha’s what friendship is all about, I suppose. Sympathy that we have for each other.

And yet, I am a mam! Mother of a 4-legged beautiful dog, Viva. I have hard times calling myself her boss. I’m nobody’s boss. I am not an owner of her either. I have her, like you have your children, you don’t own them. So… in that case, I just call myself Viva’s mam. I will never know how it feels to have my own children and that’s ok. If I see loving, caring, beautiful families around me, I am chuffed too. If I see a dog and his… eum… mam or dad looking at each other full of understanding, I am a happy, very happy women too.

Lets don’t judge each other about our lives. We make our own choices. Let’s be tolerant and understanding. I know from my own experience it can be challenging… but you know what? I’m up to that challenge! Are you?