It’s funny how Sunday’s are pretty much the same these days, and exactly like they should be: easy and relaxed.
When I was a little girl, like all other little girls, I loved love stories. The prettiest ones where the best, where the prince charming would save the princess and protect her from all harm, and they would stay forever and ever in love, inside their pretty happy ending.
I grew up to find prince charmings extremely boring, and the princesses in distress? Ugh, even worse. There was no need to save me from anything nor protect me, since I was perfectly capable of doing it by myself. But the wish of a love story was still very present.
Turns out no story, movie, book/manga, prepares you for the amount of work a real relationship entails. There are tears and heartbreaks and misunderstandings and vulnerability and uncertainty… but there’s also growth and change and forgiveness and real, unconditional love.
Fourteen years ago, around this time, we were getting ready to meet each other alone for our first date, where we’d walk hand in hand for the first time and share our first kiss. Right now we share a place that we call home, a life, so many stories and so many memories and so many smiles… and a near two year old baby. Things could have gone so differently. They didn’t.
And I couldn’t be happier. And I can’t wait for what’s to come, because I know I’m with You, and we are going to be there for each other no matter what. And no, I didn’t get a love story like in the movies… I’ve got my own, Our Love story.
On March’13, I wrote about you here. I admired the fact that you and Carmouche upheld the main even inside the octagon. I loved you that very brief moment…then it was gone. Your attitude inside the ring shocked me. No humbleness, no gracefulness. I could only see a mean bratty girl trying very hard to prove she was the best at…well, something. Because I can’t see you as being the best at MMA, despite your record. You were, for me, a one trick pony. I looked forward to watching you fight, not because I wanted to see the other girl win, but because I wanted to see you lose. And lose bad. Which was what happened with Holly Holm. I was ecstatic!
And now you lose again. This time, I was half-expecting you to win. I hoped Holm had knocked some sense into you and gave you a piece of humble pie. Turns out you weren’t knocked hard enough. You lost and again, lost bad, and again, nothing. What’s with the bratty attitude, man? You lost. What was it that you refused to learn throughout life? Congratulate your opponent and be a good sport — you’d never lose if you did it, you know? Now I just kind of feel sorry for you… which is sad.
Dear Ronda, man up.
And have a happy new year.
It’s been two years today. I had found out I was pregnant and I was telling myself that it was really happening. It was an overwhelming feeling.
Today you’re nearly one and a half. You’re still scared of walking by yourself, but you’re starting to show your personality. You love books and music. And you’re stubborn, just like mommy and daddy. You say ‘go’ to everything these days, but you also say dog (in portuguese) and duck (in english). It’s amazing how much we learn from you, with you.
Everyday I pass through the nursery and kindergarten kids on my way to the senior school, and can’t help but imagine you there. And I get so sad because this world is so unfair sometimes, and neither me or Daddy will be able to hide you from it all. But there’s also a good side to the world, specially if you surround yourself with good people.
Always remember to believe in yourself, sadness comes and sadness goes, love hard and play life loud, it’s really the only thing to give a damn about.
Remember make believe in you
All the things I said I’d do
I wouldn’t hurt you, like the world did me
Keep you safe, I’d keep you sweet
Everything that I went through,
I’m grateful you won’t have to do
I know that you will have to fall
I can’t hide you from it all
But take the best of what I’ve got
And you know no matter what
Before you walk away, you know you can
Run, run, run,
Back to my arms, back to my arms
Run, run, run, back to my arms and they will hold you down
See, here’s the bloody, bloody truth
You will hurt and you will lose
I’ve got scars you won’t believe
Wear them proudly on my sleeve
I hope you’ll have the sense to know
That sadness comes and sadness goes
Love so hard and play life loud
It’s the only thing to give a damn about
All this time I swear I’ll never waste it
All your smiles I’m always gonna save them
Put it in the back of my mind
Whenever I’m away from you
This is a P!nk song that I listened to today, and it really spoke to me… It’s called Run.
It’s been a little bit hellish around here lately. Every time I stay “home alone” something happens. This time, not only am I having a hell of a week at work, baby L has got a stuffed nose. Trouble with little ones is that they don’t tell you if something else is wrong, so we just kind of guess it’s just a stuffed nose. Because she wasn’t able to breath properly during the night, she slept for periods of 20/15 minutes and would wake up in a panic, so essentially I did not sleep at all last night.
Hopefully she has a better night of sleep tonight and gets better.
Hopefully you’re having a great week.
I should really upload these everyday to avoid these bulky posts.
Anyway, I got it wrong the other post, this is the photo from sept.5th:
Have a great Sunday!