When I was in London on a holiday last time, I bought a book. It has a gorgeous blue cover with silver linings on it. I loved it instantly. It's a story, some kind of a fairytale. I didn't bought it the first time I saw it, but I was so mezmerised it kept on popping up in my mind. So the other day I walked on in, in every single book store and I bought this beautiful book.
When I came home I felt bad about it, because I have 'no one' to read it too. When I realized I could've been reading this to my baby-daughter I lost, I bursted out in tears. I would have loved reading it to her. I wanted to read it to myself in my bed earlier this week, but I didn't had the courage.
This afternoon, together with my lovely dog R. We crawled up close in his basket. He rested his head on my legs when I opened the book 'The fox and the star'. I've been reading the whole book while I imagined my daughter crawling onto my lap too. Just the three of us.
R. listened very carefully and I was happy to be finally able to read it without crying that much.
Guess that's my equivalent of reading bedtime stories. I miss her! <3
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