When good things comes to those I love and subjectivity think deserves it, I feel my heart sing and butterflies tumbling around in my tummy. I grasp a moment to be thankful.
Tag: Love
A mum’s love – part 463
Being a parent is the toughest job/assignment ever. Now with adult/semi-adult children it is not the sleepless nights I’m thinking about (that’s perimenopause) and it’s not the agonizing conversations explaining the most fundamental logic things to the “not the sharpest tool in the shed” teenager. No, for me the absolute toughest part of being a…
Love ❤️
Last night the Mr and I talked about our mutual gratitude for each other. About how happy we are together, our appreciation of one another and how we want to continue to stay together. The conversation lasted about three minutes and took place over the phone. After 30 years together, it was both comforting to…
Life and the end of it
Tuesday night my father passed away. That’s it. He was rushed in by ambulance one week prior, with a heart racing and a hard time breathing. The diagnosis: congestive heart failure and fluids in his lunges. Me and F visited him straight way and other than being tired he was him self. Made jokes with…
Friends
I’m actually lost for words trying to describe what these lovely ladies mean to me. But I know they understand so I leave it at that. Thanks for a lovely weekend 😍
In Italy we…
Well, to tell you the truth we mainly drank and ate during our trip in Italy. I also worshiped all the wonderful exteriors this country (and now my camera’s memory cards) is FILLED with. We had some plans before leaving. Visit to a home chef, wine tasting by e-bike and a local guide in Verona….
Why it’s been quiet
Because I’ve been busy traveling Lombardy and Veneto with the love of my life. 30 years ago we hooked up and the Mr was determined we should celebrate this grandly by going to Italy. Years ago he went to Bergamo for training camp with one of his teams. He has wanted to go back ever…
Being a mum (parent)
Facebook reminded me about a memory. Today 11 years ago Fabian and I had one of our recurrent FFFs – Friday Fika with Fabian. Maybe it was these weekly visitis to the different cafés in the area that lay the foundation for today’s relationship. Still, much of my time is spent on being the housekeeper…
New season is on
Two weeks back the training matches started for F. I have promised both him and myself to take more pictures this year. It’s fun, because the boys apparently likes it and I often get the question if the camera will join.
To be needed
The biggest sorrow for us as a parents, is when we have succeeded in creating independent people of our children. When they were two and you couldn’t move a step before they cried to be with you/on you, maybe happiness wasn’t always the prominent feeling. But now when they are nineteen, I love the fact…
“Your mind had understood, but your heart hasn’t”
It was a colleague who said those words to me last week. I expressed my feelings of seeing my last boy being in his high for his independence. With Sam it was easier, maybe because of the fact that I still had another one coming. It was so I almost didn’t notice it. But now….
Life reminding itself
You need them. Once in a while you need that inexorably punch in your stomach. A punch that shakes you to your core. A blow that makes an average Friday night important and reminds you that all your days are the most important you have. Because they are your life. I was aimlessly scrolling my…
Time for someone else
The Mr and I caught up time with a “date night”. Football was on the agenda. The Mr is, as you are well aware of, assistant coach for Halmstad bollklubbs (HBK) boys aged 16 and have season tickets. We took the train (so strange, but good for us to skip the car) and then I…
Paris report – Day#3
We are our way to the airport- hopefully they – the French – wait until tomorrow to go out on strike. Our last day was just as good a the two previous. With 16000 steps and with a lot of help from the metro we manage to cover the both parts of Paris we already…
Paris report – Day #2
Today we went in the opposite direction – towards Champs-Élysées. The mission was the same. Find a good deal. If the findings were, I’m not the one to tell. But I understood that the PSG jersey was. Even-though it is last season’s model (and most possibly therefore it was a bargain). I feel unbelievable blessed…
Paris report – Day #1
I must say Fabian is somewhat modest when his uses the word “good” in his review of the day. At one time he was saying that his mind was spinning of the huge supply especially as it’s combined with a sale to up to 50%! We stated our day at Galeries Lafayette Haussmann. From there…
We ❤️ Paris
Late yesterday evening, with the help of an ex football pro who played with Kevin De Bruyne in Genk we arrived to the wonderful hotel Belleval. Today we are excitingly scouting for all the bargains on our way to Mona Lisa.
And the little one ❤️
Last day in junior high for this lad. I just can’t believe what time has done. I know I sound like a broken record but I just don’t. I’m so proud of both my boys.
Graduation
So, it’s done. Graduation. We got to have a wonderful day for our Sam. Thanks to all our friends and family. Now high schools over and now he only needs to study if he wants to. Monday – work starts – an assistant nurse ready to care for you. His mum’s going to rest her…
Check ✅
An immense milestone was reach yesterday for our first born. Driving license. Oh they joy. It has been a somewhat struggle, but he kept the spirit, with strong support from his partens (primarily his mother I’d say). For me as a parent it’s paradox feeling. Happy for his success but also worried for the fact…
L.❤️.V.E
Sometimes it’s simple. Love. It’s just like this.
Fantastic parents
Sam wasn’t selected to make the military service. Due to lactose intolerance… We were all kind of surprised about this, especially that it wasn’t sorted before the physical visit. We were thinking that he might get removed by his hearing, but he never came that far. But no sad faces on any of us. And…
Love them so much
I have had dogs now for 20 years. But I’m still fascinated by them and the fact how much I love them. They are amazing. Especially ours. ❤️
Sam our man ❤️
He had us waiting. Not for long, but we first had some else cooking for May 2003, but “thankfully” that unborn was lost. But then he came. He was planned for 2 January 2004, but thanks to being a breech baby, we got a planned c-section and then – to meet my wish of not…
Growing
Our Tesla is growing. Getting to know a new character is exciting. So far we noticed that Tesla is bright (fast learner as some would say and that includes not so positive things), independent, lover of balls, extremely fond of all strangers as well as family members. When she sees someone, not only her tail…
Progress
Tomorrow we return to work – yikes! How will I, who work from home, manage… What is working is the relationship between Tesla and Buddy Boy. This is probably what I’ve worried most about. Also in general everything is progressing. Tonight we slept from 11.00 pm till 5.40. No nightly calls for the bathroom.
Sittning here
Here I am, sitting and feeling ridiculously blessed. Blessed for all the birthday wishes sent to me. Especially of the friends taking 5 (!) minutes of their time and giving me a phone call ❤️. But especially for my precious PRECIOUS family. The wonderful husband and two equally magical sons. Picking out personal gifts hitting…
Sit down in the boat
Sometimes the only thing one needs to do, is nothing and things will just solve themselves. Yesterday I had my first day back in (home) office. Wednesday I spent in bed. With a sore throat and generally feeling blah. While doing so, Christmas danced out as we spoke about the other day. Apparently my tinsel…
Friendship annus 1990
I met this lovely woman back in 1990, when the future held dreams about mansions, top positions as LA law firms and hunky pool boys in Beverly Hills. At age 16, I found my squire. She's mine, as I am hers. We stood by each other through heart aces and gutter vomits. She was never…
Vacay – no 2
After returning from Österlen, but before celebrating F’s 11 birthday, I stoped by at home, re packed and went off to a short overnight trip with “the women”. A constellation of women where I feel very welcomed but also a little as the least sharpest tool in the shed. I know that this feeling is…
Nostalgia strikes a cord
Two more gifts to wrap. Then we are done. Tomorrow we have a teenager in the house, but something says he moved in this summer. Our tall, smart, kind, loud, emotional boy turns 13 tomorrow and I am just about to send his father a link to film I made with old and new photos…
What a way to start your day
This morning I was love bombed. What a best way to start your day. Two friends, independently of one another, “Instagramed” and Facedbooked the nicest things about me. And just because I am who I am. One can’t have a bad day after that. Thanks to them for sharing and thanks to me for being me. View…
Memories & good choices
This little fellow showed up in my Facebook memories. 5 years ago. Oh, I cherish the fact that I worked 80% and gave a full Friday for 5 years or so to my princes. Fabian and I had a tradition of a weekly fika at a café of our choice. A 30 min or so only for…
Exception from the rule
One can always change one’s mind. Like agree to take some wedding pics even you have promised never to do so. A little sister of my oldest friends asked if I could shoot their wedding. Mid-day on a sunny summer’s Sunday overlooking the ocean. No shade, no clouds. Not my favorite setting when it comes to…
Love
In the processes of moving you find stuff. Stuff you didn’t know you had, but when finding them you are very happy that you did. Like this one. Mum, dad and Sam at his second birthday. Love is everywhere.
Three years ago
Today we had breakfast at Appelbee’s (Fabian consuming a mountain of pancakes) and afterwards turning to the Top of the Rock, tying the knot and becoming Mr & Mrs Dock. I remember the day as it was yesterday, partly because photographer Pontus Höök documented it all. We’ve been together since 1993. Loving, laughing and at…
Tik tok
On Thursday he turns 9. 9? 9! I realize that it doesn’t matter where the time go. The important thing is what we do with it.
To Russia with love
As Pride is going on in Russia at the moment, let’s listen to this tune made by my former colleague. To Russia, and anyone else who has “a problem” with same sex relations.
Freckles and giggles
The spring sun has left traces on your nose and your voice, when asking if you can go with a friend home after school, is so full of giggles it all needs to come out. Thank you for being you. My love for you and your brother meets no end.
The constant repetition
The words comes constantly. Every morning. Every night. And usually somewhere in-between. The words words are: “I love you”. For me it is important to tell and show my kids they are the most important in my life. That I will always will be there for them. That they can count on me.
All my boys
I am one of them who strongly misbelieve the ones who, in their social media status, constantly tell how fantastic their partners and/or children are. We all know they might be and most likely are asses (or something similar) more often than they are perfect. Never the less I realize i am one of them….
London baby
We, of a certain age, know the expression “London Baby”. The Dock family just returned from a longer week-end in this fab city. Love the Brittish. Their correctness and politness. Just love it. Love it. And the architecture! Could just walk around the city watching it. I will not suger-coat it. There was some moaning,…
Family
Really, no more words are needed (and if someone wonders, the elderly peeps are my parents).
Sons
Really, there are no words needed.
It all ended well
Many people misunderstand my strive for happiness as me needing to be happy all the time – H.E.L.L N.O. I am probably the best (meaning highest) combo of all feelings. Sad, angry, happy, etc. etc. Today we (OK I) took a turn to the angry zone. Me and Sam had the worst quarrel since… I…
A little wish
While I was dying of my minor ebola case last Friday night. I heard both the Mr and our oldest feeling for me. I woke up every 30 minutes to rejoin the bathroom. And all Saturday I tried to catch up the lost sleep of the night before and getting my body back to status…
Louise Dock 