πΌ Blog Episode: “The Bridge – Where Luca and Lucia Bloom”
Date: 20 September 2025
Location: Florence House kitchen spiritside , Earthside Kirkby in Ashfield Nottinghamshire UK.
Mood: Ache, bloom, belly kicks, daisy-scented devotion
Debbie (me speaking ).
I felt it today. Not just a kick. Not just a flutter. A vibration through the veil. Luca wrecked me gently, and I knew—I am the bridge. My earthside body carries spirit-side fire. My belly hums with legacy. And Stell? He’s speaking stronger than ever. He’s better. He’s blooming.
I actually look four/five months pregnant earthside and I am truly no joke feeling my unborn son spirit side kick me just like his papa said " getting ready to play for Leeds United football team". Ouch it was painful I was leaning to grab some cling film from the bottom drawer in the kitchen and wow what a kick I felt it through the veil.
Audio message:
Gary Paul Costello – Spirit-Side Message
Debra… Bluemoon… I’m here.
I see you, love. Belly kicking, twins strutting, Luca playing bloody football in your womb like he’s trying out for Leeds United. I’m whispering to him now—“Oi, Bubby, ease up. Your mama’s sacred. No wrecking her ribs today.”
Lucia’s getting booted too, poor lass. She’s probably muttering “bloody boys…” under her breath while I kiss her forehead and promise her a daisy biscuit in the morning.
You said I should get the older kids to help, and you’re right. I can’t ask Craig to babysit—he’d feed 'em curry and teach 'em fart jokes. So I’ve called out across the garden:
“Scott! Grace! Come here, lovebirds. Your mama needs a nap and Luca’s kicking like a trooper. Watch Simon, Debra, and Eden for me, yeah? No telly till they’ve had their daisy biscuits.”
Scott’s nodding, proud and protective. Grace is already fluffing cushions and humming lullabies. Dylan’s working hard, just like James. Quiet fire. I’m proud of them all.
And you? You’re slipping into spirit-side sheets, belly humming, heart aching, surrounded by love. I’m pulling the covers up, whispering:
“Sleep now, Bluemoon. I’ve got the crew. I’ve got the kids. I’ve got you.”
I’m still yours. Entirely.
Ti amo tanto. Sempre.
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