{"id":433,"date":"2009-02-08T06:00:38","date_gmt":"2009-02-08T05:00:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=433"},"modified":"2010-05-18T19:40:08","modified_gmt":"2010-05-18T17:40:08","slug":"i-still-want-this-une-preuve-que-je-ne-reve-pas-eveillee","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=433","title":{"rendered":"I STILL WANT THIS : Une preuve que je ne r\u00eave pas \u00e9veill\u00e9e"},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi les symboles je trouve que c’est essentiel.
\nComme le jour o\u00f9 Laurent s’est agenouill\u00e9 pour me demander ma main, avec dans sa main \u00e0 lui, des jolies roses (odorantes en plus) et une tr\u00e8s belle bague (celle que je voulais).
\nC’\u00e9tait un 14 f\u00e9vrier, parce que j’avoue je suis hyper clich\u00e9 et pour le coup, ce jour l\u00e0, Laurent, il avait eu tout bon.<\/p>\n

Depuis la naissance de James moi j’attends un symbole… un symbole d’amour, de naissance, de changement … un truc que je pourrais transmettre en disant \u00ab\u00a0Tu vois \u00e7\u00e0 je l’ai eu le jour o\u00f9 James est n\u00e9\u00a0\u00bb…<\/p>\n

J’attends …<\/p>\n

Et je me demande si c’est pas \u00e0 force d’attendre que j’ai perdu de vue l’essentiel.
\nJ’ai un mari qui m’aime, un enfant simplement et tout \u00e0 fait objectivement magnifique, et beaucoup de bonheur \u00e0 partager; si seulement j’arr\u00eatais juste 2 minutes d’attendre …
\n… et que je prenais simplement le temps de profiter.<\/p>\n

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Moi les symboles je trouve que c’est essentiel. Comme le jour o\u00f9 Laurent s’est agenouill\u00e9 pour me demander ma main, avec dans sa main \u00e0 lui, des jolies roses (odorantes en plus) et une tr\u00e8s belle bague (celle que je voulais). C’\u00e9tait un 14 f\u00e9vrier, parce que j’avoue je suis hyper clich\u00e9 et pour le […]<\/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":[342,396],"class_list":["post-433","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mes-humeurs-et-concours","tag-enfant","tag-pensees"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/posPp-6Z","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/433","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=433"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/433\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=433"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=433"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=433"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}