Sorry, I know I haven’t even finished my previous blog post… But this one I so much want to share with you, please forgive me.

Something most extraordinary happened to us today.

When bringing my children home from school, my son gave his seat to an old man who then sat next to us. We started chatting, about things we wanted experience in life. Dreams.

He wanted to ride a helicopter. And kick around on a scooter, like my sons.

My dream is to dance the Argentinian tango. In Buenos Aires, preferably. And some day, I want to visit Tibet.

But the amazing thing was – I saw it in the eyes of both my sons, they felt it too – that this man was so incredibly much like my father, my children’s beloved Pappa, who passed away two years ago. It was truly like having a conversation with him. Beautiful, but not in a sad way.

When we waved goodbye to the old man, my oldest son said it first. “Maman, did you just make a new friend or is he actually an old friend, if he just like Pappa?”

My little one commented; “I was starting to forget what Pappa was like but now I remember again.”

“Never forget! You can’t forget Pappa!” ordered my eldest.

We walked home in silence. A rare silence, filled with gratitude.

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this photo speaks love to me

There’s a story attached to this picture, including a man having problems with my sons speaking French in a tram, leading to me being called a whore in front of my child, ending with a real Lioness moment.

Coming up…  Gotta give the young gentleman in the photo his dinner & bath first. He also enjoys foot massages, and a good story for the evening. This might in fact take some time… But I know you understand ♥.

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both mean MESS and that is the case.

it’s a little more than dusty chez nous

Again my dear readers, I apologize for not being more present and more in touch… But as you can see, I’ve been busy :).

Kitchen… Not so much home cooking this summer.

floors are looking for the ideal color..

But I am so lucky to have the best ever renovation guys doing all this with and for me. Really, they make living amongst this mess bearable and even fun. Every evening they dig out a mattress or a sofa for me to camp in for the night… Check where to put it, so there isn’t so much light that it would keep me awake.. Really so sweet.

One day I was trying to figure places for lamps and paintings but couldn’t really get the full picture of the dimensions – as you can see the roof and walls are all quite unorthodox.. And Heikki and Jorma just volunteered to carry our piano to it’s normal place – in this mess!!! – so that I could better grasp how my lamps would look around it.

Who would do that? Well my guys are just the best.

And I was so grateful for the piano carrying that we finished the day with some sparkling wine on the balcony :).

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I love my city.

And would you believe it, I live just two blocks away from this.
I must have done something so right in a previous life.

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People always tell me to stop butterflying around.

I think maybe I shouldn’t stop.

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A very sweet MidsummerNight’s Dream to everybody!!!!

This Midsummer, I do nothing but pack, pack, pack like a madwoman. Live amongst endless boxes, eat on the floor (kids love it), don’t manage to get out at all (nobody loves), see no end in sight. We’re not moving, but finally a Grand Renovation is about to start, everything must go into boxes. I didn’t even realize it was Midsummer before my mother – a fellow sufferer in my mess – pointed it out.

Uh I’m sooooooo ready for a dip in a lake… The smell of sea… Picnic, outside and not on my floor… Some actual fresh air.

Tomorrow? Please, pretty please.

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It’s been ages since I last picked up a blanket, a bottle of bubbly, my ladies, a mellowy summery mood, and spent a warm summer’s night in a park. Sooooo lovely.

Bubbly bubbly birthday girl ♥.

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My Noora. She’s about to move an ocean away from us… And another ocean after that. AND she doesn’t ever intend to come back. I’m trying very hard to be an adult and support her as she so courageously follows her dreams… Lives the life of a true globetrotting world embracing heroine she has always been, inside her soul.

But here goes. Selfishly, I miss her. Already.

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And just so… This little ex tempore idea turned into one of my treasured memories. Try it.

Summer is for living it out.

PS. The next day, I invited my kids to the park experience. We went for ice creams after school, and ate them sitting on the very same grass, in the sun. Funny how that way, even ice cream tastes so much better ♥.

I love my city.

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