H - encyclopedia of me

At Bella Dia I came across a great idea: An Encyclopedia of Me.


H is for Hair.

I am one of those people that were last in line when hair was given out.
It was straight, it is straight and straight it will ever be.
I can't do anything with it.

When cut in layers, I just appear to have less hair.
When cut at one height, I see people considering if maybe I have stood aside a hedge at the time of cutting.

It's colour now is light brown red, with grey areas.
So at times I just paint it red.

H is for House.

Our house is too small for all of us.
And often I have to spend more time watching the kids than I can afford tidying.
So it looks mezzy...
But I do my utmost to keep it clean.

H is for Hope.

I've spend almost all my life hoping things will get better.

H is for Heart.

My heart is large.

If love given to others is a measurement... my heart is huge.

But my docs tell me that my diseases make me to be at high risk of heart disease.
The stress I experience every day is just adding to it.
Well, let's hope all will be well.

H is for hospitality.

People are always welcome, as long as they accept the children.
They can get coffee, tea, even cookies to go with it.
We share our dinner if it's dinnertime.

But people can't sleep here. We just don't have the room, unless they want to sleep standing.