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Things Sofia and Rafael live fascinate me ... I can not stop now .... I read in the face a article that spoke of studies conducted to determine whether people are happier with or without children gave me the truth ... laugh ... would first have to define happiness .... in these times is so different ... and so ... the final material is easy to blame others for our mistakes, our faults and our problems .. . the children often come in handy for that ... and then say that we are unhappy because of him is still much better ...

The children we face, we face ... look at reality through our eyes, our attitudes, our life itself ... people who choose to spend a little time with their children ... preferring to work and other circumstances ... is to understand ... of course being with them can be unhappy ... by requiring, for that question ... why do you think of situations that do not want children ... not evade ... ... adults are facing real good to avoid ... we have created in the course of our lives an endless number of mechanisms to not look at reality ... the kids look and remind us ALL ... TIME .... the beautiful and the ugly ... what love and it hurts ... and in most cases are our mirror ... a mirror in which we look over our virtues our shortcomings. .. so we avoid them ... so do not give them time ... or when we are with them irritate us, annoy us ... make us unhappy ... who is happy with someone who faces the reality that you do not like??

Thus I agree with the research ... ADULTS ARE HAPPIEST WHEN NOT HAVE CHILDREN ... that can evade reality without a thousand ways .... that no one will question, or remind you all ... A SON helps you look at yourself ... your role as father is not necessarily a job well or poorly paid ... is a circumstance in your life requires you .. . who will ask ... and gives you ... get your hands on a life ... a be ... and accompany him to provide the best and worst of you .... is not easy ... the task is more complicated ... and more demanding ... therefore it is not easy to deal with it ... and it's true ... everybody wants to be happy ... no one wants the pain of a loss, the requirement of a claim ... a disease ... economic pressure .... or a sense of guilt ....

parents to be educated by example ... with our own existence ... not valid ... the speeches Words are blown away .... and if the speeches with no support acts ... even worse ... it is amazing to hear the children call adults LIARS ... "Say one thing and do another "...... who is happy after that?? just someone who wants to be better ... just someone who loves self-introspection ... and .... just someone to look in the eyes of their children more accurate questions of life ...

And what of the fears?? deepest fears grow .... and when are parents who want to be afraid?? Who wants to win and face their fears ...????

Sofia a few days ago told me: "Yummy .... SMELL ME MAMA SMELL YOUR LOVE ... WHEN YOU'RE NOT IN THE HOUSE PUT YOUR PAJAMAS ME UP ON YOUR SKIN AND I FEEL MY SMELL SO ... RICO ... AND WHEN I FEEL THAT THESE ARE NOT ME ..."... smiled and cried ... I could not help it .... I remember it was exactly what happened to me with my mother ... and my father also. .. its smells impregnated garments ... and I loved sofia comments reminded me of something my father always told me ... that he loved my smell ... it smelled like a baby ... that despite being an adult I was always smell the same ... and liked .... so when Sofia told me I smell you ... I was very moved ecantaba

... Love that is odorless ... true .... and smells bring back memories not only us ... we underlying security, trust and warmth .... Babies and children are very well developed sense of smell .... not only a matter of physical survival but emotional .... ....

remember the last days of my father ... the smell was too much medication ... particular ... and the smell of your skin impregnated hospital ... but now that is not remember her perfume ... Steffano ... Vasselin and the hair used for so many years .... but above all their love ....

do not know if my father was happier without children .... the truth ... his life made me feel so loved, so loved ... so special ... I assume that if he was happy ....

I could say I'm not so happy now circumstances of life ... but for my children ... no ... they are so happy ... they struggle to live by them every day ... I have projects ... plans and dreams .... My concept of happiness is so simple .... I have not physically all that many want ... but emotionally I feel complete ... and that I owe to SOFIA AND RAFAEL ... that smell ... smell of rich pure love ....

A KISS TO ALL ...

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LOVE THE SMELL OF "THE BEST IN THE WORLD"

children's funny .... we make judgments about what is good or bad that a father or mother may be ... it's hard to say whether it was a good husband .... in the end that it's up to the wife to decide and judge ... I have always talked about my father like that ... in the parental role as a mere spectator ... I can say that from the outside appeared to be a great husband ... at least my mother's love was obvious ... too obvious ...



thing I always liked my father and husband were the details ... roses, letters, anything she liked, I remember several times my mother found in her car after work the surprise of a nice detail ... maybe as an apology for any error or folly committed at that time .. my childhood did not allow me to understand the intent, but the signal in the face of my mother to find a surprise it was incredibly good ... for the birthday of every one of us missing her daughters floral arrangement to my mother as a thank you and congratulations for being the mother of us ... my mother and my father expressed the great companion of his life ... his friend, his protector confident ... ......



The extremely caring ... he was always on the lookout for it ... my mother a strong personality ... always hiding their vulnerability ... the one my father always knew aparantemente and peaceful nature, quiet and serene ... turned out to be always the gentleman who protected his beautiful princess ...



Upon the death of my father thought much of my mother ... because they were very united, they apparently relied heavily on ... emotionally to criticism and misunderstanding of the people my mother decided mourning for a year ... it was then I learned that grief is a process ... and have to live it as such ... not ... to avoid pain and that nothing happens and go ... no ... you have to suffer pain .... you have to mourn, we must give place ... my mother did ... and completed the year he decided that life continues and the love for my father will never die ....



is now that I look stronger ... its nearly 70 years of age ... your strength amazes me ... his health, his lucidity, independence ... the meaning so great that he has found life ... a few years ago is retired elementary school teacher, a vocation he loves but as she expressed in her words ... it is a profession and as misleading, why decide to retire to the disappointment found in the current system .... There is still work as a teacher at a night school for adults .... love your work ... and does so with all honesty, passion ... saved from each generation to teach in elementary school that a book with photographs of each of their students and with a message or a reminder letter for each one of them ... and all expressed admiration, affection and respect ... How could he not love her as my father loved her? Reviewing



my papers a few days ago .... I found a poem my father wrote to my mother ... my mother gives me to keep it ... and it is amazing to confirm how much he loved to read ... the admired ...



God has given me the best gifts in the world ... My parents have been the first ... the most important that I got to start in this world ... is they are not perfect ... as I am now that I have had to grow and to accompany two people who love me unconditionally .... and even though I constantly repeated sofia: "You're the best mom in the world ".... do not quite believe it .... but I can not repeat that my parents "ARE THE BEST IN THE WORLD "....





Here I share the poem ....



"For all you granny to peaceful rest in her rocking chair waiting for the day ends, without waiting for change just ue the tender smile of his granddaughter.



To me you are more than that. Women are aroused in my soul the feeling of love, affection.



The woman whose smile disturbs my senses and makes me see more beautiful every day.



're the woman who with her presence and her tenderness accept my mistakes and be glad of my success.



're the woman who represents the essential axis on which turns our home.



're the woman who has managed to win the affection of his pulse and daughters who suffered with them their diseases, but who watched his dreams to see them become women of good .



're the woman he has given happiness, which has managed to correct their mistakes and that has magnified the glory of his family and has kindly accepted the yeros with wisdom.



're the woman who has learned to be a daughter, sister, wife, mother and now grandmother.



're the best woman in the world. "



A KISS TO ALL.

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INVENTORY OF HAPPINESS

Yesterday Sophie gave her first day ... from hace un tiempo me dijo que tenía el deseo de escribir un diario, y ayer en mi viaje encontré uno hermoso y decidí regalárselo....en lo particular yo fui muy afecta a escribir diarios en mi juventud, hubo una época que se me ocurrió escribirlo en una clave que inventé para que nadie lo entendiera...fue una bella experiencia...nunca se me ocurrió guardar ninguno para poder recordar mis anécdotas de antaño....

Me dio ternura ver a sofía relatando en sus hojas rosadas lo que le sucedió en el día....en la dedicatoria fui muy clara: escribe nena lo mas bello que te suceda para que lo recuerdes siempre....

En Diciembre mi hermana Adda me hizo un regalo muy especial: UN INVENTARIO DE LA FELICIDAD.... was a beautiful detail, fact by itself, control the seam, and paste design a beautiful form with my name, and a special dedication explaining the meaning of this beautiful gift ...

"WHEN WE HAVE PROBLEMS WHEN LIFE SEEMS GREY DAYS WHEN THE TURN ONLY WORK, ROUTINE STRESS WHEN WE NEED SOMEONE TO HELP OUT OF DEPRESSION OR sadness, our fragile MEMORY THAT EVERYTHING MAKES SENSE WRONG. I can not find ANY TIME BETWEEN OUR MEMORIES BRIGHT, EXCELLENT, HAPPY ...

DESIRE AND INTENTION OF THIS INVENTORY OF HAPPINESS IS PRECISELY THAT SOMEONE WILL BE ABLE TO BRING IN AN INSTANT A HAPPY DAY, GREAT MOMENTS IN THOSE WHICH STOP THE WORLD, SO THAT WE DO NOT NEED ANYTHING MORE THAN THAT WE ARE LIVING AND FEELING.

PAGES IN OUR INVENTORY Back to Life EACH ONE OF THOSE MOMENTS IN WHICH heart leaps for joy and excitement.

STARTS HAPPY DAYS YOUR ACCOUNT AND ALL WE ARE! "Just

these days I dusted, I confess that I wrote only a day there .... and no .... I did it again to see Sofia trying to regain its the most beautiful day I realized that it is not easy ... it is easier to remember the sad, painful, foulbrood has impacted us in frustration .... and even more so when it is so often .... it seems that the gray days and not finish ... the problems never end .... but are the happy days which is also part of the package ... happy days are the beautiful experiences that give us reasons ... but not only reason to continue ... to find a meaning in this stock that is not only a "survival", but to live the most ... but how hard is to remember that time .... that is hard to take inventory of what has made us the happiest beings on earth and who have helped us grow and ... to become mature beings that we are now ... and we'll be ....

Today I resumed my inventory ... in the instructuvo adda was clear: put photos, clippings, and all that you back to that moment, and every time you need, read it, Ojeal ... AND BE HAPPY .. ..

recharging is important to the most beautiful thing has happened .... it seems that the problems today are extreme ... that have no end .... everyone is talking about your problems .... no one talks about experiences of things pretty ... beautiful ..... and the environment becomes hopeless ....

TODAY CAN BE A GREAT DAY .... SO HARD TO .... and note on the inventory of our life .... ALL THAT BEAUTIFUL LIFE .... AND WE GIVE SOMETIMES WANT NOT FORGET ....

A kiss to all ....