Att regndroppar faller som tårarna gör,
rår inte stjärnorna för.
Måste sova. Men.
Fick just veta att personen bakom Taxilandet somnat in.
Snorpan har ingen mamma längre, jag tror hon är ungefär lika gammal som min son (3).
Ingen blogg har berört mig så mycket.
Älskar den här videon och låten.
I don’t know why all the trees change in the fall
I know you’re not scared of anything at all
Don’t know if Snow White’s house is near or far away
But I know I had the best day with you today
There is a video I found from back when I was three
You set up a paint set in the kitchen and you’re talking to me
It’s the age of princesses and pirate ships and the seven dwarfs…
Precis så är det hemma hos oss nu.
Snorpan får någon annan än hennes mamma läsa Snövit för.
Fy vad sorgligt.
“The children told their mother they loved her. When she became restless around 3am, Paul got into bed with Linda and told her she was on her Appaloosa horse, riding with him through the woods in Sussex. ‘The bluebells are all out, and the sky is clear blue,’ he said.
By the time he’d finished the story, his wife was dead.”