In fact, it was a perfect weekend, as the majority of my family converged to celebrate my brother's 50th birthday. The birthday boy and his family live in a picturesque country town, with rolling green hills on their doorstep and a refreshingly relaxed atmosphere all round. The boys thoroughly enjoyed lapping up all the extra attention from their aunties, uncles and cousins... just as I relished every moment of watching them together. Racing up and down the gigantic yard, on the lush green grass. Playing tip, footy and hide & seek. Bouncing gleefully on the trampoline. Laying mesmerised in front of the bonfire, as flames licked the night sky and embers fell like fairy dust around them. And the cheeky little games they shared, pulling silly faces and giggling hysterically.
With sister-in-laws who are like my own flesh and blood. Nieces and nephews who are funny, caring, intelligent individuals. Brothers who know how to tease with the best of them, but after all is said and done, love and support me no matter what. And the most adoring and devoted parents anyone could wish for. I am truly blessed with the wonderful crew I get to call my family. If only we could spend even more quality time together, like the weekend just gone.