My mother is 60 and you wouldn’t believe it

Exactly what I meant in the title. My mother is 60 today, and if you look at her in the picture below you wouldn’t bet one penny that she’s already 60 years old.

my mother is 60, happy birthday mother

I can hear my mother saying: “Eeeeek, that picture makes me look so ugly!” Well, I really like this picture, deal with it, dear mother!

I hope I’ll age so well too, but I’m afraid I took more genes from my father side, my sister will get a better chance though :D

All right, now that we have all see how much younger my mother looks like, let’s celebrate her.

Mother, not mummy

My mother’s name is Patrizia, she’s the fourth of seven siblings.
I call my mother mother, all the times. Last Christmas she complained about that, she told she’d love for once if I call her ‘mamma’ (mummy).
I’ll phone her today and I’ll never call her mother. Promise.

The fact the I address her that way is a great sign of respect from my end, but since today it’s her birthday, I’ll make an exception. You don’t celebrate your 60th birthday everyday, do you?

My mother is…

My mother is 60, and is also a lot of many many MANY other things. She has a lot of hobbies and she doesn’t like getting bored. She often complains that she’s tired, but she’s always around making, cooking, saying, crafting, doing. What a pinball!

I resemble my mother

mother and I 1987

Mother and I in 1987. Mother was pregnant of my sister Sara. As you can see I’ve always been a smiling person.

Yeah, maybe I don’t look like her (you should see my sister, on the other hand! They look a lot alike!), but we have many things in common. We’ve fought a lot when I was younger, probably also because we’re similar in so many ways.

She (and my father) instilled in me the sense of the hardworking and dedication in everything I do. She taught me to respect people and always keep my dignity.
One of the greatest things I took from her is the compassion and sympathy she always shows towards the others. Without these, she couldn’t be able to be the amazing nurse everybody in my city appreciate. She lost her dad (my granpa) when she was 19. My younger uncle was only 8 years old when it happened, and probably (I think) that pushed her to be a nurse.

She’s been managing many wards at the city hospital, and every time she left a ward, people missed her. She can be very strict and tough sometimes (don’t tell me about that!), but without discipline and respect from the others, you cannot manage a hospital ward, or a family – or have loyal friends around you.
I treat everything that happens in my life with the same attitude my mother uses to run their wards – which is a good and a bad thing for me ;)

My mother is tech savvy

my mother with her sister, mother snapchat

My mother likes Snapchat

Even if she hasn’t quite understood what I do for a living, my mother is 60 and is not a tech klutz at all. Sometimes she may not get something specific, but she’s completely capable of using a mobile device or a computer by herself, keep them updated and solve everyday issues that may happen.

She likes selfies a lot, and I’m so glad when she sends them to me, so I can tease her :P

My mother is on Facebook, Snapchat, Instagram, Telegram. We even have a family group where we chat on a daily basis (mostly about food!).

I’m not one of those kids that put a privacy filter on what they publish, so my parents can’t see them – I’m not a kid anymore! I thank the Internet and the social media everyday, because they shorten the distances.

When I was at the uni, there wasn’t anything else, a part from the (expensive) phone, that I could use to keep in touch with my distant family and friends. Now it sounds like Italy is just around the corner :)

My mother is 60 and I miss her a lot

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My parents are not going to be here forever. At some point, they’ll die and I’ll be alone dealing with everything, and the world will fall down on me.
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I can’t believe my mother is 60 today, and I’m not there with her to celebrate. That makes me think on how many things I’m missing out about my loved ones, because they’re far away from me. I love living in the UK, but sometimes it gets tough.

She and my father are coming to visit me and husband next month, and I am really looking forward to it.
I know that shortly after we’ll find something to fight about, but that’s pretty normal, isn’t that? :D

My mother and I are not very vocal in expressing our feelings for each other – we just ask each other if we have eaten properly.

I couldn’t have wanted a better mother than her. I’m so lucky and blessed, and honoured to be her elder daughter. She looked after me and made me the proud person I am now.
I hope to be able to celebrate her next 60 birthdays, at the very least.

I promise I’ll take more selfies with my mother.

Happy birthday, mamma.

Happy Father’s Birthday – a photo tribute to my dad

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Happy Father's Birthday, dad photography, rome, castel sant'angelo

I want to wish happy father’s birthday today to my dad. Not only he’s a great runner and passionate about astronomy, but he’s also an awesome photographer.

This is a pic he took when we were together in Rome at Christmas. He hasn’t retouched it, so I’m publishing it the way he took it. Isn’t it an amazing pic?

Rome was as beautiful as always, but my father managed to get the best out of it with this photo picturing Castel Sant’Angelo at sunset.

Well, what was I saying? Happy Father’s Birthday*, daddy!

Taken at Castel Sant’Angelo, Roma

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*I rarely call my parents ‘mommy’ or ‘daddy’, but instead I call them ‘mother’ and ‘father’. They’re not quite happy about it, but to me it’s the highest sign of respect I can show to them, so they still live with it :)

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Oggi voglio fare gli auguri a mio padre per il suo compleanno in maniera particolare. Non solo mio padre è un ottimo runner e un appassionato di astronomia, ma è anche un bravissimo fotografo. Se lo chiedete e a lui, vi dirà che è scarso in tutte le cose che ho elencato qui sopra, ma credetemi, lui è solo estremamente umile (e non si rende conto delle piste che dà ai giovani correndo, tra l’altro) .

Questa è una fotografia che ha scattato quando eravamo tutti insieme a Roma per Natale. La foto non è ritoccata, è esattamente come l’ha scattata, nuda e cruda. Bellissima, eh?

Roma era fantastica come sempre, per cui non è stato difficile per l’occhio (e la mano) di mio padre trovare l’angolo giusto e scattare questa straordinaria immagine di Castel Sant’Angelo al tramonto.

E insomma, cosa stavo dicendo? Tanti auguri e a cento di questi giorni, padre!

Scattata a Castel Sant’Angelo, Roma

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*Raramente mi capita di chiamare i miei genitori ‘mamma’ o ‘babbo’. Non mi piace, e preferisco chiamarli ‘madre’ e ‘padre’. Dopo tutti questi anni, ancora a loro non va giù, ma io continuo per la mia strada, perché questo modo di chiamarli per me mostra il massimo rispetto possibile :)

Happy birthday, soulmate

Happy birthday to my soulmate Franz.
Happy birthday soulmate Franz Vitulli
They say “I love you to the Moon and back” – Well, I don’t need to go to the Moon and back as he’s my everything on this Earth and beyond ❤️

I can’t think of my life without him, and everyday I feel so blessed and lucky to have stumbled upon him at some point in 2006!
🍰🎂#birthdayboy🎉

Taken at Roma, Italia / Rome, Italy

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Another dog’s birthday

Another dog’s birthday. Giuliano turns eight.

Giuliano, dog's birthday

Happy birthday to the most affectionate, lovely, awesome, and sweet best friend in the world.
Happy birthday Giuliano, I miss you every single second of my life I spend without you on my couch asking for food 😜

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My grandmother’s birthday is an example of freedom

Today is my grandmother’s birthday, and this is a story about valuing the freedom of expression.
my grandmother’s birthday, voting, freedom of expression

The lady in the pic is my grandmother (my mother’s mum). Her name is Ida, and she turns 91 today.
This pic was shot this morning in Nuoro, Sardinia, where my grandmother lives. She stands in front of her polling station (the closest school from her home), as today in Italy people are called to express their vote for a referendum.

Despite her age and the fact that it’s her birthday, she wanted to go and vote. She’s never missed one single election or referendum since she had the right to vote. This lady has lived dark times–during the Fascism and during WWII, when people and women can’t express themselves– se she know what it means to have something to say and can’t say it… because if you speak, you’re dead.

In Italy women granted their right to vote in 1945. Since the very first election day open to women, my grandmother expressed her vote every single time she was asked. She didn’t matter if for many years, due to the endless Italian redtape, she had to go from Nuoro to Cagliari to vote. She had to, she had to go and vote, because she was happy and grateful she could do it.

Mrs Ida values a lot the freedom of expression we sometimes take as granted. My grandmother is an example for us, and I wish her to keep inspiring me for many many other years ahead.
Love you grandma ❤️

Taken at Nuoro City
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