tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949422246633548404.post1878003834588183328..comments2024-02-07T11:31:44.141+03:00Comments on On Life in St. Petersburg: My little boyElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15283395756742923658noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949422246633548404.post-69735957011769616312017-01-14T02:55:58.760+03:002017-01-14T02:55:58.760+03:00Which always makes me melancholy, I guess. Which always makes me melancholy, I guess. Anniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12623179886908222942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949422246633548404.post-44390376264501103982017-01-13T00:01:31.313+03:002017-01-13T00:01:31.313+03:00Wasn't meant to be melancholy...more that some...Wasn't meant to be melancholy...more that sometimes I START to feel melancholy and then feel relieved. But I guess there is still the sense of time passing.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15283395756742923658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949422246633548404.post-18179487140371573772017-01-12T19:31:29.901+03:002017-01-12T19:31:29.901+03:00Oh, my goodness, Elizabeth; this post is a little ...Oh, my goodness, Elizabeth; this post is a little melancholy! Maybe because I am thinking some of the same thoughts about my Monnie. I do have great news for you about boys, though - they remain close to their moms for years! Several of us moms have noted that we were getting our 7 and 8 year old guys still holding our hands, and - there is just a special kind of closeness there. Anniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12623179886908222942noreply@blogger.com