Love, Rosie

Life is funny, isn’t it? Just when you think you’ve got it all figured out, just when you finally begin to plan something, get excited about it and feel like you know what direction you’re heading in, the paths change, the signs change, the wind blows the other way, north is suddenly south, and east is west and you’re lost. It is so easy to lose your way, to lose direction.

You can fall in love with your best friend!

Oh, rules were made to be broken!

’ve learned that home isn’t a place, it’s a feeling. I can make the flat look as pretty as I can, put as many flower boxes on the windowsills as I want, put a welcome mat outside the front door, hang a ‘Home Sweet Home’ sign over the fireplace and take to wearing aprons and baking cookies, but the truth is that I know I don’t want to stay here for ever.
It’s like I’m waiting at the train station, busking to make a few quid, just enough to catch the next train out of here.

Today I love you more than ever; tomorrow I will love you even more. I need you more than ever; I want you more than ever

Parents are the barometers of emotions for children and it has a domino effect

I’ve learned that home isn’t a place, it’s a feeling

Every small thing grows when you nurture it,

stayed awake all night

you can eat your words