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Its weird how one person have the power to make a day, whether it be good or bad. I glanced at my flist and there it was. I'm not sure what it was about it but it make me smile and completely made my day and I'm not quite sure why. But I won't complain and I enjoyed it alot.
I don't think I can explain really what it means to be back here in Colorado. The house in Montreal is home but at the same time its too much memories that I do not feel like going through right now. Most of them are better fuzzy and hazy the way they are right now. When it is less vivid I shall sort through them, watching as a third person what happened, the time making it almost seem like a dream but I know that it isn't. Too much has happened for those memories to be dreams.
Everyone is happy. Everyone is happy except my little Patricia, who seems to not understand why her Oncle Jacques had to go. I will sit her down tomorrow and explain to her about Johanna missing her family too. That might be what is easiest for her to understand. Elle m'a demandé ce matin si la cigogne allait bientôt aider Johanna et lui amener son bébé. I told her in about a month or so and she looked so surprised that I knew when the stork was coming. I couldn't bear telling her that it wasn't a stork so I explained to her that after nine months the stork will show up and help Johanna with the baby. She looked at me dubiously and my first thought was "Great. Four, and she already doesn't believe me." But it made her smile which is more than I could have hoped for...
And now with training camp starting up soon, I take the last few days with all my free time spent with my girls and maybe I can be forgiven for not being a professional race car driver.
I don't think I can explain really what it means to be back here in Colorado. The house in Montreal is home but at the same time its too much memories that I do not feel like going through right now. Most of them are better fuzzy and hazy the way they are right now. When it is less vivid I shall sort through them, watching as a third person what happened, the time making it almost seem like a dream but I know that it isn't. Too much has happened for those memories to be dreams.
Everyone is happy. Everyone is happy except my little Patricia, who seems to not understand why her Oncle Jacques had to go. I will sit her down tomorrow and explain to her about Johanna missing her family too. That might be what is easiest for her to understand. Elle m'a demandé ce matin si la cigogne allait bientôt aider Johanna et lui amener son bébé. I told her in about a month or so and she looked so surprised that I knew when the stork was coming. I couldn't bear telling her that it wasn't a stork so I explained to her that after nine months the stork will show up and help Johanna with the baby. She looked at me dubiously and my first thought was "Great. Four, and she already doesn't believe me." But it made her smile which is more than I could have hoped for...
And now with training camp starting up soon, I take the last few days with all my free time spent with my girls and maybe I can be forgiven for not being a professional race car driver.