La semaine passe

Phew! I know I haven't written in a while, forgive me, it's been that kind of week!
Last week i had the rare opportunity of being present at the birthing of a child.
Nothing in my life compared to that moment!
Let me give you a bit of my history, yeah? Growing up, I had a couple of phobias, but when I got to about age 12, the one my Mom found worrisome was my fear of little children. I was nervous around them, I couldn't carry them, they freaked me out! It went on for years, then it simmered down to nonchalance. My baby sister would happily surround herself with the neighbors' children, they'd all call her "Aunty", me? I was probably doing my nails or watching a movie. I digress. As I got older, little by little the whole "thing" started to fade, and I started to like these little people, then I fell in love with a baby and it broke the jinx!

Phobia gone, but I now started to worry about childbirth. It's definitely not the most glamorous process I know, the pain, the weight gain, the awkward walk???
The whole thing seemed so scary and chaotic. My Ma tried to talk me out of it, but I was still frightened. Anyways, my neighbor got pregnant early in the year, as well as a good friend of mine, so i got a bit of an education.Then, my neighbour graciously invited me to go along with her the day of delivery. This was her 3rd. I had watched this baby for months kick, grow and give her Momma hell, so I figured I might as well be there to see her first!
I anticipated the day, like I was the one giving birth, we agonised over how long it was taking the baby to come forth, then alas! D day!
First, there were the contractions that came and went, and then increased in their frequency. I put my massaging skills to the test!!! We (her, her sister and I ) chatted in-between contractions as women are known to do about serious things and mundane things. Please don't get me started on her fabulous elder sister, that's a whole other post!
Water broke, didn't see that as I had to quickly run to get some chow. Then the contractions came faster and faster, I could barely read my Bible! (yes I own several). Before I knew it, she was taken into the labour room, and amidst huffs, puffs, yells, screams amd prayerful declarations, Michelle came into the world! Screaming!!!
She was a beautiful baby already, all 3.9 kg of her was gorgeous, and as she opened her eyes and looked at me, I got it!
I now know why people have given up careers, dress sizes, looks and even homes for one of these little ones! It's a miracle, sheer beauty! A sign that God still lives and works.its purity in a world filled with hatred and insanity. Its something I cannot explain, but as I looked into clear, unseeing innocent eyes,I thought to myself, "Bring it on, Mr Right! This I can handle!"

Thursday Night

I am sitting in News Cafe, doing some things I shouldn't do and some that were just neccessary (twas that kinda day).
There's a girl and two guys on this table infront of me, and they are sipping on their drinks and having a laugh, then I notice one of the guys is fiddling with his phone under the table.
After a while, girl switches table to this one with three other girls, they whisper a lot, and the next thing she grabs guy's phone and the next thing I know she's brandishing a picture from his phone. A girl wearing a very sexy bra with her finger in her mouth. She starts yelling at him, crying and banging the table, it goes on for hours, while her friends round up their chow. She leaves finally, not before she gives him the finger and sticks him with the bill. A couple of minutes later, dude is laughing and wiping his forehead (the phew sign) and he orders another beer.

This is why falling in love is so difficult!

Love

Everyone and their Mom is looking for love these days.
Love elevates and validates you, I think. That's why people are searching for it so desperately.
Me? I have found true love, and it changes with the seasons.
I find love in my sister who is always there and is always loyal to me, who bakes me cakes and sends me pictures of Joey, who despite her pain is growing up to be a real, virtuous woman! Something I am yet to accomplish. I find love in my Da, he has the most amazing smile! It lights up his whole face. I find love in Mommy (she likes when I call her that) I just love the way she loves me! I find love in Edi, we fight all the time, but know that when I get myself into any of my numerous scruples, I can count on him to bail me out! I find love in Ifle, we don't talk as often as we used to, but when I look at him, I see pieces of me.

I find love in my Man. He looks at me and I feel like a whole different person! Utterly desirable, and the best thing that's happened to him.

I find love in Esther, my neighbour's little one. Her chubby cheeks, her little dimple and her amazing, innocent eyes captured my heart from day one! I find love in her Ma, who won't see me for a few days and worry about me. I find love in my friends, they change from time-to-time, but they'll have my back while it lasts.
I find love in my boys, they keep me grounded and they get me.

I find love on Friday nights in the cosy depths of the Kioupourouglou's, amidst cooking, eating, gossip, sipping on wine, singing and generally having the time of me life!

I find love in living churches. The togetherness and the familiarity of it all. The warmth. The love.

I find love in my work. The smile on a satisfied customer's face is worth more than a few coins in the bank.

This is love to me, for now.

Bienvenue!

For years on end, I have written on so many surfaces. Papers, wood, Paper Napkins, my school books and the list goes on. I wrote a lot on facebook as well, and was told to blog several times, so i'm doing just that.

I am 29 years old, even though I feel way older sometimes and I have a penchant for speaking my mind.
I have weird and persistent thoughts and when it gets too much, I just have to put it down.

I am also an Aries and a Sanguine, I hear we aren't exactly famous for finished projects or continuancy(new word!) but I am really going to try to update this blog as much as possible.

O! And Saoirse means Freedom in Irish. I love the name and what it represents to me.

I will definitely write a bit more, but later on.

Besos