Monday, September 8, 2014
It's not always easy to capture beautiful moments in your life. You've almost got to remind yourself to be prepared to grab them. Camera in hand, ready to go. But most times, you forget, or you're too tired or distracted by children and the phone rings or you need to race out the door because you're running late. And so on and so on. Then the moment has passed, never to be captured. And at times, just savouring the experience seems like enough. Instead of feeling it from behind a lens, you get in there and breathe it in. And that is nice too. But chances are you won't remember it ten years down the track. I couldn't resist the urge today and if I could have bottled this Fathers Day memory, I would have. So it was definitely worth the effort to reach for my phone, jump onto the lounge and snap my little family from above, right there, in the moment. Now I have something that will always take me back to Fathers Day twenty fourteen.
Friday, September 5, 2014
I find Winter a particularly tough season to actually get going. The idea of hibernating at home, out of the wind and cold and rain is simply far more appealing, than having to get myself and the littlies dressed warmly and ready to go out. Wednesday was icily brisk and bowing a gale. So of course Felix was set on heading out for a scooter ride and a salad from our favourite lunch stop. A little health food eatery called Melonhead. So whilst I wasn't quite as keen as he, I sucked it up and off we went.
So glad we did too. The sea was wild and furious and exhilarating. Imagine not being there to see all that raw beauty. Clouds swirled in and out, covering the sun at times and changing the complexion of the ocean entirely. But when it shone, boy did it light up the sky, reflecting like an icy blue mirror on the water.
Thursday, September 4, 2014
I forget when birthdays started to be just another day to me. I think it was somewhere around the time I became a Mama. We had a relaxed dinner for my thirtieth, with close friends...and my sweet eight month old first born in tow. Each year since remains a bit of a blur. I recall my own Mama sharing a similar sentiment when I was a child. Though I couldn't understand it at all, back then. I would get ridiculously excited over her birthday and want to make her day as special as she was to me. Because after all, she made every one of mine, a warm and wonderful celebration.
And that same, beautiful, enthusiasm came full circle for me on the weekend, as the boys went about making their own little fuss over mine (and Scott's) birthday. The hand written cards, the smooches and cuddles, the half hourly reminders of it being my "special day" , had me feeling very loved indeed. The best birthday present, ever. The inclusion of our precious Bonny this year, just completed the package for this rather tired and exhausted, thirty six year old Mama. So we partied by having our favourite pizzeria for dinner and an ice cream cake, as suggested by Angus, for afters. I'm more than happy for my birthday to look something like this for a while to come.