wow!that sounds so perfect

-Touching Prince`s right leg while he did the TUBE show,and later finding
out i was 7 weeks pregnant.

Nemo said:

I didn't know you could catch pregnant that way!

Here's my own contribution to this thread:



'Nuff said, I think.

I have a few.....

- The day I graduated HS and College
- The first night I slept with my boyfriend
- The day my neice was born
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BabyCakes said:

Nieces and nephews are really something special. My nephew has helped me understand what it means to have children. I love my nephew so much, and feel more certain about having children and about planning for it.

Fauxie said:

The day my niece was born, i cried like a baby after seeing her for the first time in the nursery.. She looked over at the glass (even thought she technically i dont think could see...) but i cried like a big baby! She was so beautiful!

BabyCakes said:

Hello axe buddy

Yup, that reminds me of my nephew. He's particularly close to me and my wife. His parents are quite young and find it hard to make ends meet. We regularly take him out when we go shopping and stuff and are now really close to him. I love this boy absolutely and want to be a good uncle, and I appreciate what he's taught me about taking care of babies. Before this I had no idea. I'm thankful not only for his wonderful existence in this world but also for what he has taught me that I'll use when I'm a father.

Fauxie said:

That is beautiful!!

I love the little kittie in your avie.. he is sooooo cute!

I went to Brussells on my own to surprise somebody I'd gotten friendly with at another website. Unfortunately, they couldn't meet me.

So I went to an internet cafe and pleaded with any Belgians to come and meet me. One responded and told me that he could meet me the day after.

I spent all day Saturday on my own, but the Belgians were really, really friendly and I didn't feel lonely at all. I went to loads of bars and met loads of great people. Strangely, there were a lot of Canadians in Brussells and I'm unsure why.

I was staying in a hotel just off La Grande Place. I woke up Sunday and it was a gorgeous sunny day. It was weird to see cafe bars open at 09:00am and people drinking wine underneath parasols at that time in the morning. It felt so foreign and yet familiar. I went out to get a newspaper and waited for my "guide" to show up.

At about 11-ish, Bart turned up at the hotel forecourt. I had no idea what he looked like but I knew it was him straight away.

He took me to an indoor market, showed me cathedrals, took me to see the pissy statue thing and then we ended up at a street which was nothing but seafood restaurants. I think it was called Boucher Street. I can't remember. Anyway, it was weird because I'd never seen a street where every single building was a cafe - let alone a seafood cafe.

The sky was a beautiful azure blue, the seafood cafes stank of fish but I didn't mind. In fact I quite liked the stinkiness because it made me feel alive and real. I had this gorgeous mysterious man guiding me through the streets and I think that moment on that street was the last time I was truly genuinely glad to be alive. I felt like I could do anything. I felt like I was flying.