{"id":14021,"date":"2012-06-29T05:25:10","date_gmt":"2012-06-29T03:25:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=14021"},"modified":"2012-06-28T23:37:50","modified_gmt":"2012-06-28T21:37:50","slug":"our-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=14021","title":{"rendered":"Our life"},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi j’aime \u00eatre une famille.<\/p>\n

Autant je regrette l’\u00e9poque o\u00f9 j’\u00e9tais NoKids<\/em>,
\nSans attaches, ni responsabilit\u00e9s,
\nAutant pour rien au monde je retournerais en arri\u00e8re.<\/p>\n

Percevoir ce lien invisible entre nous,
\nQui fait que rien n’est vraiment grave,
\nSi nous sommes regroup\u00e9s.<\/p>\n

Sentir cette complicit\u00e9, ce langage secret,
\nQui fait que l’on se comprend,
\nAu premier mot prononc\u00e9.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

\u00a0Jane, James & Laurent – Juin 2012<\/p>\n

Savoir que pour le meilleur et le pire,
\nNous serons toujours \u00e0 ses c\u00f4t\u00e9s,
\nPour l’aider \u00e0 grandir devenir ce qu’il est.<\/p>\n

Tr\u00e8s bon week-end \u00e0 vous !<\/strong>
\n\u00c0 demain pour la fin du nuancier et Dimanche pour d\u00e9j\u00e0 le Color Match de Juillet !<\/p>\n

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Moi j’aime \u00eatre une famille. Autant je regrette l’\u00e9poque o\u00f9 j’\u00e9tais NoKids, Sans attaches, ni responsabilit\u00e9s, Autant pour rien au monde je retournerais en arri\u00e8re. Percevoir ce lien invisible entre nous, Qui fait que rien n’est vraiment grave, Si nous sommes regroup\u00e9s. Sentir cette complicit\u00e9, ce langage secret, Qui fait que l’on se comprend, Au […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[38],"tags":[396],"class_list":["post-14021","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mes-humeurs-et-concours","tag-pensees"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/posPp-3E9","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14021","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=14021"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14021\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14029,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14021\/revisions\/14029"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=14021"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=14021"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=14021"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}