Налила себе чай с молоком, взяла гелевую ручку, любимый блокнот, где я фиксирую всё для меня самое важное, и вытянулась на кровати. Да, я получаю огромное удовольствие, записывая свои мысли на бумаге. Предложения идут потоком, и я могу изложить свои мысли более ясно. И в этом есть своя прелесть, своя гармония и ощущение счастья. Всё хорошо, я наслаждаюсь теплым напитком и пишу. В изголовье висит любимая мною картинка с изображением маленькой кудрявой светловолосой девочки. Она такая милая и забавная. Ее мне подарили подруги на день рождения, когда мне было лет двенадцать. С тех пор она висит здесь над моей девичьей кроватью, которую мне сам смастерил мой папа. Этот уголок напоминает мне о детстве, о чувстве защищенности в родительском гнездышке, о мечтах и переживаниях моего юного сердечка. А рядом сопит малышка, которая безумно похожа на ту картинку, такая же кудрявая светловолосая очаровашка. И я уже мама. И вчера мне доченька в первый раз подарила мне цветочек. У нас расцвела черемуха, и малышка торжественно вручила мне веточку белых нежных цветов.
The bird cherry tree.
I have poured out a cup of tea with milk, I have taken a gel pen and a favorite notebook in which I fix everything that is important for me and stretched out on the bed. I get great pleasure in writing my thoughts on paper. Sentences follow quickly and I can express my ideas more clearly. And this has its own charm, its harmony and happiness. Everything is well and I am enjoying the warm drink and I am writing. My loved picture of a little curly blond girl
hangs at head of the bed. She is very cute and funny. This picture was be presented to me by my frends at my birthday when I was approximately twelve years of age. Since then it hangs here on my maiden bed which was be maden by my father.
This corner of this house reminds me of my childhood, a feeling of security in the parental nest, of dreams and experiences of my young heart.
Side by side with me my baby is sleeping and she is incredibly similar to the picture, the same curly blonde adorable girl. And I am a mother. And yesterday my my daughter for the first time gave me a flower. We have a bird cherry tree, and my baby solemnly handed me a sprig of white delicate flowers.
The bird cherry tree.
I have poured out a cup of tea with milk, I have taken a gel pen and a favorite notebook in which I fix everything that is important for me and stretched out on the bed. I get great pleasure in writing my thoughts on paper. Sentences follow quickly and I can express my ideas more clearly. And this has its own charm, its harmony and happiness. Everything is well and I am enjoying the warm drink and I am writing. My loved picture of a little curly blond girl
hangs at head of the bed. She is very cute and funny. This picture was be presented to me by my frends at my birthday when I was approximately twelve years of age. Since then it hangs here on my maiden bed which was be maden by my father.
This corner of this house reminds me of my childhood, a feeling of security in the parental nest, of dreams and experiences of my young heart.
Side by side with me my baby is sleeping and she is incredibly similar to the picture, the same curly blonde adorable girl. And I am a mother. And yesterday my my daughter for the first time gave me a flower. We have a bird cherry tree, and my baby solemnly handed me a sprig of white delicate flowers.