Hallo Billy Buuz. Mamma's baba. Mummy's brightest star in the sky. It's been a lovely few days, sunny and warm. Mummy's birthday was a couple of days ago and we had a lovely time. Mummy had a looong lie in and then breakfast in bed. Your Daddy got up with your baby sister very early and then your big sister made breakfast for Mummy. Mummy could hear her sticking Happy Birthday banners round the house and it already made Mummy smile. Your Daddy did a barbeque for lunch and we all had a lovely time enjoying our little garden. Your baby sister was dancing and clapping saying 'Happy, happy.' She had everyone close to her beside her and she picked up the happy atmosphere. It was good. Your big brother loves picking her up and she screams sometimes if it's a bit rough. Your big sister helped with the bbq, too. You won't believe it, we went out for dinner, too. Then we managed to get home before your little sister started to get sleepy. So the day ended with us having the chimneya on in the garden and your big brother and sister melted marshmallows in the fire. It was magical.
Mummy went out the next day with her friends. It was good to be out, too. So you see Mummy is enjoying herself. We light our candles for you and talk about you as always. The book is coming on and Mummy is raising awareness on the misuse of the term. Yeah, life is good. You are with us, in our hearts. Mummy's beautiful baby boy. Mummy wanted to share the happy times with you, too. Night night. Love you, baby boy. XXXX
Billy
Monday, 27 May 2013
Monday, 20 May 2013
Time
Hallo Billy Buuz, Mummy wanted to write here for a while and this month has gone really fast. It was your Daddy's birthday a few days ago and as usual we shared a cake with you. The candles are still being lit on your grave and at home. Mummy's finished the book and now thinking about raising awareness more. So Mummy started a Facebook page which is good, but Mummy realised Mummy has to do the posts in English and Mongolian because people who are following the page are from different countries and speak different languages. Mummy can do in those two languages at least. English is a wide spread language and the Mongolians who told Mummy that they don't understand English can read in Mongolian.
Mummy has been tearful recently, not so sure why. Mummy is missing you a lot. They say time helps, but Mummy finds that's not true sometimes. Anyway, your sisters and brother are good to have, keeping Mummy busy. Your baby sister is walking. Hurray. Well, with one hand held mostly, but it's good she is doing it. She can talk well though. Today Mummy was out walking with her at the beach and Mummy sang badly. She said: Mummy, no. Please. It was so funny. Mummy realised she was copying your big brother and sister. Sometimes, Mummy and daddy do silly things to wind them up. So there we are.
The summer is almost here. You would think it's almost the end of May and we can wear summer clothes, but not this year. Mummy's wearing a couple of layers at least to keep warm.
Mummy is thinking of making a documentary or some kind of film based on or around the book. Suddenly, Mummy bumps into people who might be able to help. Yesterday, in a supermarket this guy who lectures in Film and TV stopped and talked to Mummy about the idea and offered suggestions. It's lovely to have a goal and focus. Mummy starts to notice things more then.
Ok, baby boy. Mummy's lovely boy. It's so unreal, you are not here. Yet, you are here. Love you so much. Kissing your red head. XXXX
Mummy has been tearful recently, not so sure why. Mummy is missing you a lot. They say time helps, but Mummy finds that's not true sometimes. Anyway, your sisters and brother are good to have, keeping Mummy busy. Your baby sister is walking. Hurray. Well, with one hand held mostly, but it's good she is doing it. She can talk well though. Today Mummy was out walking with her at the beach and Mummy sang badly. She said: Mummy, no. Please. It was so funny. Mummy realised she was copying your big brother and sister. Sometimes, Mummy and daddy do silly things to wind them up. So there we are.
The summer is almost here. You would think it's almost the end of May and we can wear summer clothes, but not this year. Mummy's wearing a couple of layers at least to keep warm.
Mummy is thinking of making a documentary or some kind of film based on or around the book. Suddenly, Mummy bumps into people who might be able to help. Yesterday, in a supermarket this guy who lectures in Film and TV stopped and talked to Mummy about the idea and offered suggestions. It's lovely to have a goal and focus. Mummy starts to notice things more then.
Ok, baby boy. Mummy's lovely boy. It's so unreal, you are not here. Yet, you are here. Love you so much. Kissing your red head. XXXX
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