Michael_Vartan_Hottie
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Soo great can't wait for next wednesday
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AliasSydney502
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aw, sweet!! cant wait for more
Alias_Country_Angel
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Wow that is great! Can I be on the Pm list please?
thanks.
angel :angelfly:
thanks.
angel :angelfly:
cookiemonster
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cookiemonster
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Love your choice of words... and yes he'll think about it... but kinda MUUUUCH later :lol:
sydneymicheal
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Glad he had a nice time...
Can't wait til he comes back for another visit hopefully with his daughter.
Can't wait til he comes back for another visit hopefully with his daughter.
cookiemonster
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I wave back one last time, handing my boarding card and passport out to the officer. Examining both articles returns them with a smile. “Have a nice flight”
I thank him, turn around and wave once more, seeing Susan slowly drift off in Sydney’s arms. It’s her naptime and I’m sure that even before they’ve reached the car, she’s already sound asleep.
Part 3
Two months have gone by since my return from the United States as I wait in front of Laura’s kindergarten to pick her up with my car just like almost every day. If I can’t pick her up then it’s either my mother or my younger brother picking her up.
With a large smile she comes running up to me waving yet another master piece in her hands.
“Papa, r’garde ce que j’ai fait” (Daddy, look what I’ve done) she tells me proudly while I try to make out what the round plastic object is she’s waving right in front of my nose. Not wanting to offend her I take the green item in my hands and smile, thanking her.
She informs me that it’s the empty bottle of water she took to school this morning. They all had to paint it in green and stick some cut out shaped like feet to the turtle. So it’s a turtle… it kind of even looks like one when you know about it.
I kiss her lips, slide my hand into hers while her smile never leaves her face. Even in the car, she doesn’t stop smiling. The upper left front tooth fell out last week and it makes her even more adorable. My little princess is growing up into a child. Next year she’ll be attending first grade even though she already knows most of the letters and numbers now. She loves looking at her books and I’m not going to take her from reading if she wants to.
Back home, my mother hands out a letter to me. The stamp informs me right away that it’s from America before I eve have a chance to know who the sender is. But I already got my answer. It’s from Sydney.
The envelope is a little bit bigger than just a normal letter.
“C’est quoi ça papa?” (What’s that daddy?) Laura wants to know, pulling on my arm and trying to get hold of the letter.
I take it away from her explaining that it’s a letter from Sydney, from America. I show her the stamp on the envelope with the American flag on it. She seems very enthusiastic now and wants to know what is written in the letter. Her only appease though is her great interest in other countries. She has already been on vacation with me several times to Italy and Spain. There she has made some little friends and even though they didn’t understand each other, they were still able to play together and I know how much she misses her friend Caterina in Italy.
Her mother every so often, sends us an email with new pictures of the little girl and Laura is very happy each time a new email comes in. She definitely understands me being happy receiving a real letter from Sydney; not just an email.
“Qu’est-ce qu’elle raconte la lettre, dis papa?” (What does the letter say daddy?”) she questions curiously sitting by my side as I read the very first paragraphs of the letter. “C’est qui la fille?” (Who’s the girl?) Her questioning keeps going for a while as she looks at all the pictures Sydney has added to the envelope. I give up trying to read the letter and first resume answering her questions.
I tell her how I went to America for work, that I met my friend again that I hadn’t seen since college. Instead of staying in a hotel alone, they welcomed me to stay at a friend’s house and that friend was Sydney. I tell her about Adam, Zachary and Susan who were all on the picture with me. A picture that was taken during Susan’s birthday party. It brings good memories to my mind and my heart beat starts speeding up. I miss them but don’t know how to deal with my feelings.
Again Laura doesn’t stop to surprise me as she jumps up, disappearing down the hallway. She returns just as fast as she had run away with a picture of her own in her hands.
“Tu peux lui envoyer cette photo si tu veux” (You can send her this picture if you want). I take the picture and have to smile. This picture was taken a few days after my return. I wanted to make up to her for my long absence and took her a weekend to Disneyland Paris which isn’t too far away by train. I stand on one side of Mickey Mouse and Laura on the other one. Deciding this to be a very good picture to send to Sydney I thank her for her kindness and then send her off to brush her teeth because it was time to go to bed pretty soon.
tbc
Next update: Wednesday
Just in case you were wondering. That little master piece was made by Dany and honored to me on his first week at kindergarten! I have it ever since then and I think I cherrish it more than anything else in the world. Now I honor it in return
I thank him, turn around and wave once more, seeing Susan slowly drift off in Sydney’s arms. It’s her naptime and I’m sure that even before they’ve reached the car, she’s already sound asleep.
Part 3
Two months have gone by since my return from the United States as I wait in front of Laura’s kindergarten to pick her up with my car just like almost every day. If I can’t pick her up then it’s either my mother or my younger brother picking her up.
With a large smile she comes running up to me waving yet another master piece in her hands.
“Papa, r’garde ce que j’ai fait” (Daddy, look what I’ve done) she tells me proudly while I try to make out what the round plastic object is she’s waving right in front of my nose. Not wanting to offend her I take the green item in my hands and smile, thanking her.
She informs me that it’s the empty bottle of water she took to school this morning. They all had to paint it in green and stick some cut out shaped like feet to the turtle. So it’s a turtle… it kind of even looks like one when you know about it.
I kiss her lips, slide my hand into hers while her smile never leaves her face. Even in the car, she doesn’t stop smiling. The upper left front tooth fell out last week and it makes her even more adorable. My little princess is growing up into a child. Next year she’ll be attending first grade even though she already knows most of the letters and numbers now. She loves looking at her books and I’m not going to take her from reading if she wants to.
Back home, my mother hands out a letter to me. The stamp informs me right away that it’s from America before I eve have a chance to know who the sender is. But I already got my answer. It’s from Sydney.
The envelope is a little bit bigger than just a normal letter.
“C’est quoi ça papa?” (What’s that daddy?) Laura wants to know, pulling on my arm and trying to get hold of the letter.
I take it away from her explaining that it’s a letter from Sydney, from America. I show her the stamp on the envelope with the American flag on it. She seems very enthusiastic now and wants to know what is written in the letter. Her only appease though is her great interest in other countries. She has already been on vacation with me several times to Italy and Spain. There she has made some little friends and even though they didn’t understand each other, they were still able to play together and I know how much she misses her friend Caterina in Italy.
Her mother every so often, sends us an email with new pictures of the little girl and Laura is very happy each time a new email comes in. She definitely understands me being happy receiving a real letter from Sydney; not just an email.
“Qu’est-ce qu’elle raconte la lettre, dis papa?” (What does the letter say daddy?”) she questions curiously sitting by my side as I read the very first paragraphs of the letter. “C’est qui la fille?” (Who’s the girl?) Her questioning keeps going for a while as she looks at all the pictures Sydney has added to the envelope. I give up trying to read the letter and first resume answering her questions.
I tell her how I went to America for work, that I met my friend again that I hadn’t seen since college. Instead of staying in a hotel alone, they welcomed me to stay at a friend’s house and that friend was Sydney. I tell her about Adam, Zachary and Susan who were all on the picture with me. A picture that was taken during Susan’s birthday party. It brings good memories to my mind and my heart beat starts speeding up. I miss them but don’t know how to deal with my feelings.
Again Laura doesn’t stop to surprise me as she jumps up, disappearing down the hallway. She returns just as fast as she had run away with a picture of her own in her hands.
“Tu peux lui envoyer cette photo si tu veux” (You can send her this picture if you want). I take the picture and have to smile. This picture was taken a few days after my return. I wanted to make up to her for my long absence and took her a weekend to Disneyland Paris which isn’t too far away by train. I stand on one side of Mickey Mouse and Laura on the other one. Deciding this to be a very good picture to send to Sydney I thank her for her kindness and then send her off to brush her teeth because it was time to go to bed pretty soon.
tbc
Next update: Wednesday
Just in case you were wondering. That little master piece was made by Dany and honored to me on his first week at kindergarten! I have it ever since then and I think I cherrish it more than anything else in the world. Now I honor it in return
cookiemonster
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Part 4
Dear Michael,
I’m sorry it took me so long to get the pictures developed but Adam took the camera with him to camp trip and then we’ve been looking around it for half an eternity until I finally spotted it under a huge amount of dirty laundry (don’t ask!).
Anyway I thought that you might like to have a few of the ones Eric took with you and my children. I think they were very cute and so I couldn’t help it and make copies to send them to you. I still prefer real pictures to the digital ones, even though digital ones are very practical to send rapidly and easily through emails. They are more personal and well… now you got a few to hang up on your fridge or whatever…
I’m babbling as usual… so I’m going to end this short letter before I put a fool out of myself.
I’m not used to writing letters…
Take care,
Sydney
I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting here, solely in my bed, reading the letter over and over again. Words she has written. The ink on the paper making the letter more real than an email. She’s right about it being more personal. It makes it very much more personal. I even come to hold the paper up to my nose and to smell the sheet. Shaking my head in disbelieve thinking that I’m loosing my mind. Yet I still can’t stop staring at the sheet of paper in my hands.
It’s lightly pink, with a tiny little pink pig at the bottom left. She picked out a darker pink gel pen making the handwriting sparkling somewhat in the light sitting on my night table. The simple thought that Sydney had been holding this paper, writing on it nicely with her beautiful curbed letters and folding it neatly into the envelope before dropping it off at the post office with the prospect of me getting it within a week or so. It made my entire body tingle from head to toe. I felt like a teenager falling in love for the first time.
Despite it being midnight, I get back out of bed, sit at my desk and start to write.
Dear Sydney,
I was very much surprised to receive your letter, so thank you very much for it. I love the picture. Indeed it’s a very beautiful one. We don’t have an American fridge to hang pictures on with a magnet, instead I have it hanging on the pin wall opposite my desk, so I can look at it whenever I want.
Laura insisted I sent you a picture in return from both of us. She picked it out and I also hope that you’ll like it as much as I liked getting yours. I felt bad leaving her for two weeks in a row, so the weekend after my return we went to Disneyland Paris (maybe you’ve heard if it… it’s a little bit smaller than Disney World, but it’s still fun!) and she absolutely loved it; hence the picture I’m sending herewith.
Take good care too,
Miss you all,
Michael
Part 5
Exactly one week later after I’d sent the letter, I get an email from Sydney informing me the letter and picture have arrived safely. She thanks me thousands times and has added a couple more (digital ones) in the email as attachment. I smile opening each and every single picture and laugh at the funny faces the kids are making into the camera.
One picture though is striking me most. It’s a picture of Sydney, alone. I don’t know who has taken it but it must have been Eric since he is the master of the photography. After all he is doing professional photography during his free-time too.
I recognize right away where it has been taken. It’s outside her house on the front porch. There’s a wooden bench with a wooden table. She sits on the bench and smiles naturally up into the camera. It’s so casual, her smile is like always glowing all over her face. It’s warming my soul up the longer I look at the picture.
I miss her. There are no other words to describe how I’m feeling right this moment. I want to see that smile in real, I want to hear her laughter, her voice. I miss her being around me, I miss her fragrance waking me up in the morning when I step into the bathroom after she has showered. I miss the little details, even her sort of annoying habit to pull her hair back constantly, her biting her lower lip when she’s nervous…
I miss Susan. I miss this little girl almost as much as I missed my own daughter when I was far away from her. Susan’s dimpled smile; the exact replica of her mother, just smaller. I feel like a part of me is missing. They are missing; even Zachary’s tantrums are missing.
I feel like I’m loosing my mind and hit the reply button right away to type.
Sydney,
Thanks again for sending me some more beautiful pictures. Unfortunately I’m not very much into taking pictures so I don’t have any to send in return to you. (Sorry). But next weekend, Laura and I might go ice-skating so I might take some there (If I don’t forget the camera).
Sometimes I hate work. It has been very hectic this week again and I didn’t get to see Laura a lot. Happily my mother is there to take care of her and pick her up from school and even my brother is a big help too… I just feel like I’m loosing my mind lately. I can’t focus onto work or anything.
I’m not sure. I probably shouldn’t say this, especially not through an email, but I miss you. I miss you all (even Eric’s silly jokes… which I can’t believe just admitting! – please don’t tell him). I’ve been thinking about it a lot this week. What about me coming to visit you all again in Spring?
I can’t come for Christmas, because my mother insists on celebrating as a family. I totally agree with her, plus I don’t want to bother anybody because you might have your own plans during that season. Laura has one week off from school in February but we usually go skiing in the Alps, which is like a tradition for us. And the only time we could visit would be in April, for Easter.
What do you think? I really would love to see you again…
Michael
The first thing I’m doing the next morning, is bring the letter to the nearest post office to be posted right away to the United States of America.
End Part 4 and 5
A/N: Awww... :inlove: Our Mikey-boy is in love... LOL What will Sydney say????? Stay tunned for the next update on Sunday...
But first, as usual, some pictures of the kids (there's no cookie fics without cookie pics) :lol:
Laura
Adam (left) and Zach (right)
And the little munchkin, Susan aka Susie
Dear Michael,
I’m sorry it took me so long to get the pictures developed but Adam took the camera with him to camp trip and then we’ve been looking around it for half an eternity until I finally spotted it under a huge amount of dirty laundry (don’t ask!).
Anyway I thought that you might like to have a few of the ones Eric took with you and my children. I think they were very cute and so I couldn’t help it and make copies to send them to you. I still prefer real pictures to the digital ones, even though digital ones are very practical to send rapidly and easily through emails. They are more personal and well… now you got a few to hang up on your fridge or whatever…
I’m babbling as usual… so I’m going to end this short letter before I put a fool out of myself.
I’m not used to writing letters…
Take care,
Sydney
I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting here, solely in my bed, reading the letter over and over again. Words she has written. The ink on the paper making the letter more real than an email. She’s right about it being more personal. It makes it very much more personal. I even come to hold the paper up to my nose and to smell the sheet. Shaking my head in disbelieve thinking that I’m loosing my mind. Yet I still can’t stop staring at the sheet of paper in my hands.
It’s lightly pink, with a tiny little pink pig at the bottom left. She picked out a darker pink gel pen making the handwriting sparkling somewhat in the light sitting on my night table. The simple thought that Sydney had been holding this paper, writing on it nicely with her beautiful curbed letters and folding it neatly into the envelope before dropping it off at the post office with the prospect of me getting it within a week or so. It made my entire body tingle from head to toe. I felt like a teenager falling in love for the first time.
Despite it being midnight, I get back out of bed, sit at my desk and start to write.
Dear Sydney,
I was very much surprised to receive your letter, so thank you very much for it. I love the picture. Indeed it’s a very beautiful one. We don’t have an American fridge to hang pictures on with a magnet, instead I have it hanging on the pin wall opposite my desk, so I can look at it whenever I want.
Laura insisted I sent you a picture in return from both of us. She picked it out and I also hope that you’ll like it as much as I liked getting yours. I felt bad leaving her for two weeks in a row, so the weekend after my return we went to Disneyland Paris (maybe you’ve heard if it… it’s a little bit smaller than Disney World, but it’s still fun!) and she absolutely loved it; hence the picture I’m sending herewith.
Take good care too,
Miss you all,
Michael
Part 5
Exactly one week later after I’d sent the letter, I get an email from Sydney informing me the letter and picture have arrived safely. She thanks me thousands times and has added a couple more (digital ones) in the email as attachment. I smile opening each and every single picture and laugh at the funny faces the kids are making into the camera.
One picture though is striking me most. It’s a picture of Sydney, alone. I don’t know who has taken it but it must have been Eric since he is the master of the photography. After all he is doing professional photography during his free-time too.
I recognize right away where it has been taken. It’s outside her house on the front porch. There’s a wooden bench with a wooden table. She sits on the bench and smiles naturally up into the camera. It’s so casual, her smile is like always glowing all over her face. It’s warming my soul up the longer I look at the picture.
I miss her. There are no other words to describe how I’m feeling right this moment. I want to see that smile in real, I want to hear her laughter, her voice. I miss her being around me, I miss her fragrance waking me up in the morning when I step into the bathroom after she has showered. I miss the little details, even her sort of annoying habit to pull her hair back constantly, her biting her lower lip when she’s nervous…
I miss Susan. I miss this little girl almost as much as I missed my own daughter when I was far away from her. Susan’s dimpled smile; the exact replica of her mother, just smaller. I feel like a part of me is missing. They are missing; even Zachary’s tantrums are missing.
I feel like I’m loosing my mind and hit the reply button right away to type.
Sydney,
Thanks again for sending me some more beautiful pictures. Unfortunately I’m not very much into taking pictures so I don’t have any to send in return to you. (Sorry). But next weekend, Laura and I might go ice-skating so I might take some there (If I don’t forget the camera).
Sometimes I hate work. It has been very hectic this week again and I didn’t get to see Laura a lot. Happily my mother is there to take care of her and pick her up from school and even my brother is a big help too… I just feel like I’m loosing my mind lately. I can’t focus onto work or anything.
I’m not sure. I probably shouldn’t say this, especially not through an email, but I miss you. I miss you all (even Eric’s silly jokes… which I can’t believe just admitting! – please don’t tell him). I’ve been thinking about it a lot this week. What about me coming to visit you all again in Spring?
I can’t come for Christmas, because my mother insists on celebrating as a family. I totally agree with her, plus I don’t want to bother anybody because you might have your own plans during that season. Laura has one week off from school in February but we usually go skiing in the Alps, which is like a tradition for us. And the only time we could visit would be in April, for Easter.
What do you think? I really would love to see you again…
Michael
The first thing I’m doing the next morning, is bring the letter to the nearest post office to be posted right away to the United States of America.
End Part 4 and 5
A/N: Awww... :inlove: Our Mikey-boy is in love... LOL
What will Sydney say????? Stay tunned for the next update on Sunday... But first, as usual, some pictures of the kids (there's no cookie fics without cookie pics) :lol:
Laura
Adam (left) and Zach (right)
And the little munchkin, Susan aka Susie
Ms.MichaelVaughn
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Thanks for the double update
littleangel
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very cute chapters
can't wait for them to meet again
can't wait for them to meet again
cookiemonster
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Thanks girls for the sweet words! It means a lot to me especially since not many people seem to be interested
cookie
cookiecookiemonster
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Thanks, I'll see what I can do... though I don't understand why that would be so difficult to check in each time when I update especially if they read the story :blink: just my opinion that's all
cookiemonster
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Part 6
Christmas is coming much faster than I thought and just like expected I get an animated e-card from Sydney. Laura is again, as usual, hovering over me. But I don’t mind at all since I informed her about the mail and wanted her to open it up with me together.
Hitting the PLAY button and then the e-card is being loaded so we both sit and stare at the screen. Christmas’ music fills the room instantly once the card is played. It’s not only an animated card but also an interactive. Since the card is in English I explain Laura what she has to do to be able to read the message covered by the snow.
Different items all through the card that are typical christmasy have to be clicked. Laura takes a great pleasure of sweeping the snow off and once that is done, I am able to read the message.
Dear Michael and Laura,
Although we’re far from each other, you and your family are in our hearts during that Special Season.
Wishing you a Merry Christmas,
Zachary, Adam, Susan and Sydney
Laura’s pretty excited to a point where she plays the card several times all over again. In the meantime, I have the chance to clean up the mess around my room and get dressed. On my return she protests as I lift her up into my lap to sit back down in front of the computer. But once I’ve told her that we’ll be sending off an e-card in return to Sydney she calmed down and stayed put all throughout picking out the card, writing it and sending it off. I then watch her trot off downstairs into the kitchen to her grandmother.
Glad to have another five minutes alone, I open another new email message window.
Dear Sydney,
Laura took a real pleasure to play with the card you sent. I was rewarded to listen to the same music like ten times in a row so thank you very much for that (just kidding!). I hope the system didn’t mess up and you also got our card in return. There were too many to choose from so I hope we picked the right one.
BTW, Laura typed her name all by herself on the e-card (she can be very stubborn!). AND she insisted on telling you that.
Sorry that this email is rather short but it’s Christmas and everybody is waiting for me downstairs and before my mother scolds me (trust me she does!) I better hurry.
Have a nice Christmas,
Lots of Love,
Michael
tbc
Christmas is coming much faster than I thought and just like expected I get an animated e-card from Sydney. Laura is again, as usual, hovering over me. But I don’t mind at all since I informed her about the mail and wanted her to open it up with me together.
Hitting the PLAY button and then the e-card is being loaded so we both sit and stare at the screen. Christmas’ music fills the room instantly once the card is played. It’s not only an animated card but also an interactive. Since the card is in English I explain Laura what she has to do to be able to read the message covered by the snow.
Different items all through the card that are typical christmasy have to be clicked. Laura takes a great pleasure of sweeping the snow off and once that is done, I am able to read the message.
Dear Michael and Laura,
Although we’re far from each other, you and your family are in our hearts during that Special Season.
Wishing you a Merry Christmas,
Zachary, Adam, Susan and Sydney
Laura’s pretty excited to a point where she plays the card several times all over again. In the meantime, I have the chance to clean up the mess around my room and get dressed. On my return she protests as I lift her up into my lap to sit back down in front of the computer. But once I’ve told her that we’ll be sending off an e-card in return to Sydney she calmed down and stayed put all throughout picking out the card, writing it and sending it off. I then watch her trot off downstairs into the kitchen to her grandmother.
Glad to have another five minutes alone, I open another new email message window.
Dear Sydney,
Laura took a real pleasure to play with the card you sent. I was rewarded to listen to the same music like ten times in a row so thank you very much for that (just kidding!). I hope the system didn’t mess up and you also got our card in return. There were too many to choose from so I hope we picked the right one.
BTW, Laura typed her name all by herself on the e-card (she can be very stubborn!). AND she insisted on telling you that.
Sorry that this email is rather short but it’s Christmas and everybody is waiting for me downstairs and before my mother scolds me (trust me she does!) I better hurry.
Have a nice Christmas,
Lots of Love,
Michael
tbc