There Will Be Days...

Content : My angel, My chickadee, My little one, Smile, stretch out your arms, open your eyes, your fingers, your hands and your heart to life. A poetic notebook, a declaration of love to her growing child.

“I wrote this text thinking of my joyful, loving mother, who taught me that “I wasn't made of sugar”, who kept telling me that life always has a silver lining, that fair weather follows rain. It's a philosophy, a state of mind. Besides, is there anything more satisfying than jumping into puddles with both feet? I'm not waiting for the light to break so I can go dancing in the rain...”. Élisabeth Coudol.