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October 28
My grandma can be a kid sometimes. Like when she starts bending our paper tablemats at the restaurant and makes a boat out of it. Or a "Napoleon hat", as she calls them. We made a mess of our tablemats and everything, but it made her smile a lot. And you don't get to see her smile frankly that much these days. She is in so much pain because of her blocked nerve in her back. Having this meal with her and seeing her so smiley and playful was a blessing. Love you grandma.
October 28
Happiness is singing. Singing at the top of my lungs, new songs, unknown songs, rock'n'roll songs, quiet ones. It's smiling while doing so and remembering why life is beautiful. It's beautiful because of music. Because we were given a voice, and I've got a very nice one myself. And I've had this song stuck in my head since yesterday. "This is the last time"'s repeated over and over again. Well this is the last time I'm ever letting myself go under. Yesterday was the last time I caved in. I've got lots of things to be happy about, and only very few of them are listed on this blog. I won't be sad again. I won't let myself.
I've got things worth living happy for.
October 28
I've been scrolling through photographs from our holiday this summer. The beach, the sunshine, the sand and everything... They're such happy, wonderful memories. I want to live it over and again and even more, forever, with you. The memories make me happy.
October 27
Well, have I told you already about how this day really sucks for no reason at all and how I have been concentrating all day to see the good things because it's the only thing that's keeping my head out of the water? Well, if I hadn't, there you go. And here go some fluffy striped purple, pink and white socks that my mom bought me after I burst into tears because I'd forgotten to bring my ski socks with me and my feet were burning from the cold. Go Sophie. But this is a happy little thing. I love those socks.
October 27
Let's just say having class on a Saturday in a building you've never been to and discovering that there is a beautiful church at the end of the street at 8am is like the only good thing there was to that morning. It really sucked. But that church made it a whole lot better.
October 27
The leaves fell down all at once over the last week. I walk through a whole carpet of them every morning on my way to the subway station, and it is beautiful. The colors are vivid and so warm, especially in comparison to how cold it is outside. I may hate Autumn for its changeable weather, its grey skies and icy rains, but I love it for its vibrant colors when the sun decides to come up. And today, up it came.
October 21st
It holds most of my childhood, this theater tent. I learnt to be reckless in there, playing in the giant net that was set just underneath its roof. I watched beautiful plays over and over again day after day, until I knew all the lines by heart, and then I still kept coming to watch. I sold program sheets dressed as a 17th century woman. I sang and played and laughed and cried within its walls. The love I have for each corner of it, for every small part that holds a memory, will never stop. And seeing it again, and its comedians, made me miss it as much as realize how much I'd grown up and how much I had changed since I had last hidden underneath the bar. This might seem sappy but this place makes me as happy as it makes me melancholic. It's a happy sadness. It's about remembering what built you and helped you become the way you are. And I am the way I am partly because of the summers I spent within the surroundings of this theater tent. I will never forget that.
October 21st
We were at the restaurant, waiting impatiently for our pizzas and lazagnas to be brought to us. Suddenly, your mom takes out small post-it blocks. Your dad starts playing with them, making a small cartoon motion with it. I turn my head back to you, and you show me a post-it with a heart carved in it. You're smiling like the half-kid you are, and I think once more, that I couldn't love you anymore than I do at that moment. But I can, and I will. So I burst out laughing and stick the post-it to your forehead before snapping a picture of your adorable face. I can't wait until tomorrow; you get better looking everyday. I love you.
October 21st
I open my eyes in the morning and there he is; still half sleeping, like a little kid, his arm tucked under his chin, his hand thrown across my stomach. He looks like innocence and happiness and beauty, like he is everything at the same time. And I love him. So much. He makes me happier than I’ve ever been.
Evenings with my family started with a fire in the living room.
My parents and the eternal love they share. When I see them cuddling on a Friday right before the weekend, I really feel like eternal love is possible.
Basile, my boyfriend, has taken to writing notes on my hands when I'm not feeling okay. They keep me going all day and remind me of how much I love him every minute of every hour until the ink fades out. It helps.
It's one of my HLDT.
My mom bought kiwis two days ago and ever since I've been craving one. I finally decided to eat one, since I'm home aone for 3 hours before I go back to university. It tasted perfect.
This is one of my HLDT.
The English section of my university created a newspaper, The Hairy Mapsian (referring to my school's name, Marie Haps, and to the name we give ourselves, Marie Hapsians), and today my English grammar teacher asked us to draw what we thought the Hair Mapsian should look like.
Those are the results of two of my classmates.
This is one of my Happy Little Daily Things of today.