MY PAST SIMPLE
This Saturday, July 19, 2003, hospitals are on the verge of breaking and cracking on all sides, because the heat already installed in the country, has claimed several lives. At midday, the newscaster announces a continuation of the heat for days to come, when the phone ringing disrupts the flow of information pessimistic. At the end of the wire, our eldest daughter Celine, which is ready to know delivering a moment to another, announces his departure for the flashy Louis XIV of Saint Germain en Laye. Without saying, we keep the secret hope to arrive before the birth. Eliane for vacuuming in a hurry, I load in the trunk of the car, our bags ready for a few days after closing doors and shutters, we take the direction of Yvelines. The interior of our 406 is burning, the sun shines so brightly that it is white and its maximum brightness. Without air conditioning, open windows will be our only way to endure the journey. After two quick steps on areas of highway, we arrive in Saint Germain en Laye in nineteen thirty. Our journey a little rough in the city, we still take twenty hours to the gates of the clinic. Doors that we are taking with feelings of fear, anguish, but also fun to be there.
After climbing the stairs four at us here at the entrance to the maternity ward. A woman in white we will welcome us and announced that a boy named Guilhem has just arrived in the world. This is probably our first little son. Two coats are kindly lent us. Elias will be the first to enter motherhood. Meanwhile, I find myself alone with my emotions in the airlock and wait quietly wipe away a tear. The time seems a little long, when Tim, the new Dad, come get me and told me that all is well. After filing almost sneaked a peck on the cheek of Celine, I rush to the cradle of the newborn. Guilhem is here: beautiful and what I feel is crucial, it seems to be healthy. I find myself then begin a monologue with him:''You're very cute and we love you very much.'' This sentence will return often throughout the evening that we will live together with Celine, Tim, Guilhem and Eliane.
These moments of love shared, will remain etched in me forever and they will rise to the idea of creating an intergenerational family ties.
In the week that will follow in Saint Germain, where we will rotate visits to maternity and lives at 26 Avenue St Fiacre, I decided to form this link: it will be a path of feathers to a written record of a family experience. Only
voila, the passage to the act of writing is not easy and it took the family back Kestens stage for Act II and give life to Raphael, their second child, I finally feel like writing takes shape. This
June 25, 2007, while delivery of Celine seems programmed for late evening and whilst we try Guilhem out of school, a terse message that emanates from Tim, appears on my mobile phone :''The landing was done earlier than expected.'' No information on the health of the mother or the newborn.
after the moment of surprise and after managing to join the happy parents to get their first impressions, it is time to inform Guilhem of the arrival of his little brother Raphael. He is happy and on the field, we decided to go visit him. On the way to the clinic, we stopped at a store for children, where Guilhem chosen a Doudou for Raphael.
's meeting with Guilhem and touching Raphael will give us all another great moment of happiness delicious
This growing offspring I will put pen to paper and make me even more to leave a trace of my family past simple.
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