Morning 🧡🤎

Summer time☀️

"Let's go quickly, just stop for my cocoa on the way..." "Are you a child?" I hear my eldest son's question and look at him in surprise. "It's just that only children drink cocoa," he begins to explain, and I smile back. As we walk for those ten minutes, I think about when I am a child....

When I buy cocoa instead of strong coffee to keep me warm...

When I buy "Kinder chocolate"...

When I take the children's toys away from their chocolate eggs...

When I lose the power of speech because of someone's rudeness and then leave quickly, wiping away tears, so they don't notice...

When I stubbornly defend my point of view, not always listening to arguments...

When I don't want to think about the consequences... "Let it go somehow..."

When I don't wear a beanie, when I take offence, when I eat sweets instead of lunch, when I pick up a kitten on the street (not knowing where I'm going to sleep next week)...

Yes, I'm a child. Sometimes and fleetingly... But then I take a deep breath, put on a strict black jacket and become an adult again.

Haha 🤣🤣🤣 So true... 🥲

Saturday morning, pancakes are in menu ☺️

Sometimes art causes pain...💔

Twins are often about not having enough hands from the beginning...

Twins are about knowledge that behind the fiercest glint in the eye there is a tender heart, and behind the sweetest smile there is a cunning character...

Twins are about being able to read completely different emotions at the same time, and trying to help them live them out. And while one is at the height of joy, the other is desperately clutching your hand...

"You have a collective responsibility!" I often shout in the voice of an unfair judge (oh, how pedagogically bad it is, I know)🥲

But maybe that's why they don't get jealous of each other, the older one doesn't get jealous of the younger ones, because they know that if mum is angry, it's bad for everyone 🤣

Tuesday morning 🖤

So, as I try to finish the next chapter, I'd like to mark the day. Exactly one year ago I pressed the "publish" button with fear and excitement and my first chapter became not only my secret...

For a whole year I wrote non-stop and my "I only have a couple ideas" turned into 13 (my goodness) stories, short and not so short 😅

I got regular readers and was generally well received in this "author's society" I had so abruptly fallen into...

For a whole year I wrote, sometimes with a smile, sometimes with tears (those are the most touching chapters and the most talked about). I write all the time (a little less now), I write at home at night, in the morning in the park, in a coffee shop, on a picnic, in the playground, in the car, everywhere...

I write and I love it so much... I write and find inspiration in myself and the people around me...🩷

Just fall🍁

Winter lights ✨✨✨