Today has just been one of those days to just be thankful. Up before 5am, which is a time I actually love. Hunkered down with the curtains closed and the lamps lit to give that beautiful warm glow, it is one of my favourite times with Jessica. A coffee in hand and I feel relatively fresh for the new day, Jessica insisting on starting her day with 'pink milk'. It does just feel like a little bubble, like Jessica and I are the only ones awake in the world (Daddy still in bed, Amelia abandoned on the beanbag in the middle of the kitchen floor), there is nothing else to do except hang out with my beautiful girl. We play, we make origami boxes, I try to knit only for Jessica to declare that she wants to too, and so out pour my knitting needles. We retreat to the kitchen to make porridge, Jessica yabbling away to me as I cook, for it then to be eaten sat under the kitchen island?! Daddy awakens but we are already on our way out for a stomp around the island, Jessica on my back, Amelia in the buggy, a morning work out I feel. A cool Autumnal morning. We talk about the trees, the clouds, where everyone is and this morning I have found my patience for the never ending 'why's?'. Home to snuggle on the couch with a girl either side and 'A Little Princess' to watch. We haven't even reached the afternoon but I'm not clock watching, I'm not waiting for Will to come home so I can have a minutes peace to think. I'm actually holding onto everyone of these moments wishing for it to last. So here is to today and praying I can hold on to this patient, open minded way of thinking, even if it just lasts until tomorrow. x
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Ever since I found out I was pregnant there was one thing that weighed on my mind; my due date was just two weeks before my sisters wedding. Talk about timing huh. This huge bubble of events has come and gone so quickly now, and all the worry through the year (or refusing to think of worst case scenarios as it may be) now seems so ridiculous, things couldn't have worked out better. We tossed so many ideas around and at one point were so set on going up to my Mums to have the baby in Scotland to make sure we would in no way miss the wedding. As it happens we never organised anything, decided to go with the flow, Amelia came 2 days early, I recovered so unbelievably quickly and off up country we went to a day I just couldn't contemplate missing. So lets get this straight, my sister is pretty awesome. One of the reasons I admire her is that she is very much her own person. My sister and her husband, oooh *sigh*, have something like 6 bikes between them. I have tried to explain to them that you can only ride one bike at a time, but that doesn't seem to matter. Kerry is so pretty and girly, but not in an obvious way. For the longest time I thought her and Colin would not even bother getting married, they didn't need to prove to anyone that they love one another, they just do. So seeing her in her wedding dress, in oh such a stunning hotel (I could of just moved in there), I swelled with joy and of course couldn't help but cry. I love that they did things their own way, but most of all I love that they did it all together. I'm not going to bore you with too much sister love talk, so here are a few things that just made me smile- Having all the family together of course Standing out in the rain in the evening with my husband The deconstructed cheesecake... Having a 'photo shoot' up by the hotel's tarn Jessica the ring bearer refusing to leave her Colin, and so the new husband and wife had to lean over her to kiss The food, of course ...you know what, just all of it! And now far too many pictures. x p.s. as I write this my dear husband is wallpapering Jessica's cardboard playhouse, more to follow... November time, equals Italy time. We have had such mixed response when we tell people we are headed to Italy for, well nearly all of November, but in general it's 'well your brave'. I haven't quite worked out whether this is a positive or negative comment. But hey, we're excited, ecstatic in fact. We have lower our expectations of what we'll be able to do and how much sightseeing we'll have the chance to see, and let's face it what we're really going for is a whole month of pizza, pasta, ice-cream and coffee, yes please!!! As long as I get to see some art and fill the camera up with pictures, and Will manages to make it to Pompii we'll be pretty happy bunnies. I feel the most stressful part is done anyway, passports. Never in my life did I think I would be trying to get a passport picture taken of a 2 week old baby, which has then to last her 5 years...somehow I don't think we are the crazy ones. x
What can I say, my life is now complete I can officially die happy! I have managed to score 230 points in one lay in Scabble. The word was 'equality', it stretched over two triple word scores (so times 9), with the 'q' and using all my letters, so add 50. Thank you very much, my work here is done. *please note the picture does not show the actual game, as there is no official photographic proof you my just have to take my word on it... |
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