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just keep singing: A Letter to tuck in your pocket (Letters to)
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Tuesday, 20 August 2013. A Letter to tuck in your pocket (Letters to). This is for you to tuck in your pocket. To keep with you through the ups and downs of the day, through the topsy turvy of life. It doesn't matter if you fold it neatly, or scrunch it into a ball, the message will remain. It doesn't matter if you accidentally put it in the wash with your new blue jeans, the words still stand. In this season of your life, cherish the blessings, the troubles will soon end. You notice how others don't hav...
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just keep singing: I've moved!
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Friday, 20 September 2013. Due to blogger spammers I have now packed up and moved my site, please come and join me at sabrinafowles.wordpress.com. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I'm Sabrina, mother of one, wife to be, cake baker, cushion maker, tea drinker, writer, Christian and a lover of the hairbrush microphone! I like pink nail polish, buttery crumpets and all things stationery! When what you need to do is not what you want to d. A letter to a younger me (letters to). Mercy (five minute friday).
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just keep singing: Mercy (five minute friday)
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Friday, 13 September 2013. Mercy (five minute friday). As I sit vigil, awaiting the day staff to relieve me of my duties, I watch from the window as the night turns into day. As the darkness is washed away. Morning highlighting every leaf and blade, the lines painted back into brickwork, the colours restored to the map of the world plastered onto the garden wall, blues and greens brightly dancing with one another to the tune of the morning birds. I am reminded that every day is a new mercy. I'm Sabrina, ...
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just keep singing: August 2013
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Tuesday, 20 August 2013. A Letter to tuck in your pocket (Letters to). This is for you to tuck in your pocket. To keep with you through the ups and downs of the day, through the topsy turvy of life. It doesn't matter if you fold it neatly, or scrunch it into a ball, the message will remain. It doesn't matter if you accidentally put it in the wash with your new blue jeans, the words still stand. In this season of your life, cherish the blessings, the troubles will soon end. You notice how others don't hav...
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just keep singing: June 2013
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Tuesday, 18 June 2013. Letter to a stranger (Letters to.). I was six centimetres dilated when I met you. It had been a hard and painful day and I was a wonderful mixture of elated and petrified. My whole body was contracting fiercely as the life inside me made it's way closer to the world. You were just doing your job, the same thing you did every day. I was half naked, very happy on gas and air and giving my camera toting fiance the thumbs up! To launch our new bi-monthly 'Letters to.' link up! It is th...
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just keep singing: July 2013
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Tuesday, 16 July 2013. A letter to explain (Letters to). Before you come into my house, please let me explain. I was just in the middle of doing the dishes.that's why there are dirty plates on the kitchen sides. Oh and please excuse the floors, I was planning to sweep them later today. Please take a seat and I'll get you a drink.I'm afraid I don't have much at the moment, the shopping is being delivered tomorrow. Please let me explain, as I feel I must. I feel I must. And sweeping floors comes second to ...
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just keep singing: An invitation for custard creams
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Sunday, 15 September 2013. An invitation for custard creams. My hot chocolate looked divine, all steamy and sprinkled and mouth-wateringly frothy - a perfect counterpart to the drizzling, grey skies outside the coffee shop. There we sat, four different women with four buggies, four tiny lives asleep in their cosy toes the only thing connecting us. The local toddler group was over for another week and for the first time we all agreed to take the labour memories and teething experiences out for coffee.
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just keep singing: When what you need to do is not what you want to do
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Thursday, 19 September 2013. When what you need to do is not what you want to do. It was my first night shift at work after a glorious 9 months of mornings spent in pyjamas. Days of peekaboo and 'this little piggy' and evenings spent snuggling on the sofa with my baby son. It was the end of my brief experience of being a stay at home mum and the beginning of a new chapter in my life - working mumma! The thought of having to return for a further shift the following night made me question my whole decision.
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just keep singing: September 2013
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Friday, 20 September 2013. Due to blogger spammers I have now packed up and moved my site, please come and join me at sabrinafowles.wordpress.com. Thursday, 19 September 2013. When what you need to do is not what you want to do. It was my first night shift at work after a glorious 9 months of mornings spent in pyjamas. So I opted for the next best option, still offering the opportunity to watch my son grow and learn, yet still bringing in the much needed pennies - night shifts. Why had I chosen to drag m...
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just keep singing: A letter to a younger me (letters to)
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Tuesday, 17 September 2013. A letter to a younger me (letters to). To the little girl I used to be, there are so many things I want to tell you I hardly know where to start. First of all, those girls you try so hard to fit in with, they are not your friends. In the coming years you will learn that this is not friendship, you will find amazing girls with whom you will grow into beautiful women. One day you will learn that the break ups and arguments and seemingly interesting parts of life are just painful...
