Fletcher, is one year older than Angus, almost to the day. As soon as Angus was born, these two had a connection. Sure, they bicker and squabble. Tell tales on each other. And bossy boots! Between the two of them, they generate enough self righteousness to power a small country. At the end of the day, they are best of mates. Whenever they part, they always give each other a gigantic hug... which at times turns into a tackle... but it is their thing and that is who they are. Fletch apparently asked the other day if Angus could be his cousin, which I thought was rather touching coming from a 4 year old boy. I am pretty sure if Angus understood the concept of cousin a little better, he would return the sentiment.
So today, after a beautiful lunch, we took the boys (and their baby siblings) to the park. Where they ran and played and climbed, until the weather decided to turn on us... in typical coastal squall fashion. As we walked back to the car, rain soaking us to the skin, I felt content. It's been a lovely Easter/Anzac break, having Scott home, spending quality time with family and friends. And despite the dreary weather for the most part, I don't feel as though we have missed out on anything. We have made the most of all the fabulous things and places on offer. This weekend I have been in my happy place.