I was awaken by an incoming face time call this morning. Thought it was my alarm, and was very confused as to why I had on my camera. A few seconds later, it clicked to me, and I answered it, whilst groggily getting out of bed and getting dressed. Spoke a bit to David, and then he said all of our names, so I had to find each person so he could say hi and give them a wave. Monchita was still in bed, and David flashed his stomach to her, so she did the same to him. This was great amusement to Lynx and Volla, and perhaps Grepper if he was even there. I went to put on a jumper and socks, before Monchita yelled at me to come get my phone, and so I ventured downstairs where my dad was sat and gave him the phone-- and so on. Yesterday Volla sent me a snapchat of David's dump in his little potty trainer, and jeez, I hope you're not eating your brekkie whilst reading this. But it was a lot of poop. I showed my mum the snapchat, and filmed her reaction to it as an answering snap. And then Volla proceeded to send a picture of the incident to me as well as the snap chat. As if that was necessary. Oh well, we'll have it to show David when he gets older. That'll be grand. To my joy, I finished reading "PS, I Love You" yesterday. Thought maybe I wouldn't get it done, as I didn't start reading properly until 5:00 pm. It took me about seven hours or so. I was a bit surprised, because I'd forgotten so much from the book, and I kept thinking "oh, yeah, that's what's going to happen next" before I realised "no, that's from another book". And it was actually a surprise to the end-- honest. But it has been ages since I've read the book, or even watched the film. I was a bit unsure at the beginning, as I kept thinking "why was I so fond of this book, again?" because it felt like every other novel. But I did remember throughout. I actually love this book, and I've not cried and laughed so much in ages. One moment I'd be snorting with laughter, and there was seriously once when I had to put down the book because I was laughing so much. It lasted probably a minute, where I was a bit scared I couldn't stop in the end. But then it was the sudden crying too. Finished reading a page with a fond smile on my face, and then read the first line the next page, and my face just fell and I started wailing. I felt such relief to read a proper book, once again. I also think it was a good time to read it, as I usually get so immersed into the characters lives, and stop thinking about mine. This time, however, I kept stopping up and thinking about my own life, and I felt like I could relate to so many of the things Holly (the protagonist) was facing. Also, there were so many things that were written so beautifully: "Some people go through life searching and never find their soul mates. They never do. You and I did, we just happened to have them for a shorter period of time that we hoped for". I just found that so gorgeous. Everyone should read this book, it's great. And Cecelia Ahern is really talented. I'm no stranger to her books, I'm an owner of a few of them, and they're all great. The picture of the text, is a part of a typewriter series by A.Y. who owns this Tumblr which is gorgeous and full of these kind of things. But this certain piece hit me straight in the chest, and I'm certain it goes for loads of other people too. One of my new years resolutions this year was to be more brave. I'm not going to go so much into detail about that now, I'm not ready to do that. But I will print out this piece by A.Y. to hang above my desk or wherever to remind myself to be brave. Today I'm going to finish quite a few things, and tomorrow I'll start another adventure. And it's going to be okay, because I'll always find a way to make things okay. It's still snow outside, and maybe it's staying this time. But the sun is out, and it's so beautiful. And this is just a reminder of how much the weather has to do with my mood. Isn't that scary? To think that along with the darkness comes the dark? Have a nice Sunday, enjoy the weather, and life.
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