Please hold me 2 minutes per day

In the same side with children

In the same side.

In the same side with me, in terms of ... physics. That is when I sit next to you table-side. He says he enjoys watching me all the time, everywhere, but you know, sit opposite each other, though can look into the eyes of each other, but they still feel between them have the distance.

I want to reach out is can touch you, tilt the head pillow to the role he is can, or simply when he hands over the child to squeeze. That is when you hand, go for a walk. Though the weather is hardly pleasant, but the same steps with you, go about a direction, I feel the same, we don't need to say the word. This Association helps you firmly believe, because you know that, you're always in the same side.

Remembering sweet moments and all the squabbles

Before marriage, I have the habit of writing the log. A lot of pages written about him, written about these memories between us, what makes you happy and what makes me sad. But taken together, then, I did not write the diary. Because you no longer want to keep those things for his own. I want to share with you.

I wrote the note sealed, small wall in our bedroom.

I wrote the note sealed, small wall in our bedroom. Broken note pink, I write when I give you the green rose, no occasion at all. Not red roses-proof of love, which is the green rose – emblem of sincere love and eternity. Besides that is yellow, you write the note sheets when you kick the ball with you, forget the appointment to the movies with me. The other corner is the plate note in red, I write when the morning wake up suddenly found the gas tank is filled. Distance, is broken with note you write after you "experience" the first meal I cook.

I wrote all the things it again, to remind you to remember, and also remember him, the little things themselves ever spent. Have the fun, many tears. People often etched his pain, but what made the back easy forget about sweet things, happiness. I write back, so they do not miss any moments in this short life.

Hold me 2 minutes per day

Hold me 2 minutes every day to find yourself appreciating each other in every minute of life.

I don't want to hug ban before the morning rush to work, or the kiss "dragonflies" after one day retire as both just want to quickly sink into sleep. I want you to hold me 2 minutes per day. Only 2 minutes. No more, because I don't have much time.

Not less, because you don't want a hug superficial. 2 minutes is enough for a hug filled with attached, I breathed enough to savor the new shirt is HA ban light or feel the drops of sweat sheet working laboriously as he rushed back home. 2 minutes per day is enough to see the love still United Kingdom where matter enough to you find yourself appreciating each other in every minute of life.=