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Positive Quote 07.08
It’s the friends we meet along the way that help us appreciate the journey.
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Have a blessed day all. ❤
I want to say a massive Thank You to my WP Family. Without you, I would not have made it so far. Amy, Teela (RIP beautiful soul), Americana, Derrick, Tela, Tony, Deborah, Tre, Laurel, Terri, Leslie (my Canadian mom), Simon… the list is SOOOO long. These are just those I remember off the top of my head as I typed this post. Please do not feel offended if your name is not listed – each and every one of you has touched my heart. I’m truly grateful.
Lots of love, P. x
Postcards from Freedom #6 – From Persia, With Love… Bitches.
Thanks for this Americana Injustica! Love it! 😉
My Absence Explained
I decided to take time out this week, because I wanted to follow my son’s pattern/schedule. So, I have been napping and sleeping when he does. This way, I can be awake and ready to go when he is. Although I’m still not eating much, if anything at all, I have been drinking plenty of water. The permanent headache is not as intense as it used to be – for now.
With that being said, I am feeling a bit better. A little less… tired. I could feel, with all the stress over the past couple of weeks or so, my PTSD really kicking in. I had to slow things down a lot.
I miss my family and friends.
I miss London, UK.
If there were more to do where I am, it would be easier. I’m a city gal. Always have been. Always will be.
Besides, Max my little American born boy misses British food. As do I. 🙂
Meeting With The Grandparents Today
I am pleased, relieved and feeling great after allowing *Steve’s father and step-mother to meet their only grandson. It went really well. Max went to them with open arms the moment he saw them. He’s a friendly child to say the least, but it made it all the less awkward because of his loving greeting.
I am over the moon.
It feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Panic over.
Now Max will have both lots of Grandparents in his life and I couldn’t be happier.
My child is so lucky. Born in the US, he is now a dual citizen as he has a British passport too. He will be raised as such. He’s going to be so diverse – although raised in the UK, my mother and step-father were born in Jamaica. His father’s father is American (mixed with Black, Spanish, Irish and a few more I believe!); whilst his step-mother is a Canadian Romanian Jew. One of his Godfather’s is my uncle; the other is a very dear, gay friend of mine who is mixed. One of his Godmothers is White American (a Sergeant in the US Army); whilst the other is Vietnamese. My wonderful, beautiful friend who drives me everywhere whilst I’m in the US, is originally from Bangladesh. I’ve known her for almost nineteen years. We studied and graduated together in the UK. She speaks to Max in her own language. (I’ve warned her, no swear words please!). He will call her “aunt”.
Max has no idea what great things he has created already. He is an incredible little boy, who has brought so much happiness to my life (even with him going through a major brat phase).
The sun is shining.
Things are looking up.
God is good.
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