1. Calendar from nursery. A little drawing to mark each day. [She rushes to grab her pens to fill it in as soon as she arrives home; it’s too cute to see her enthusiasm! I’m constantly inspired by her endless creativity and lack of self consciousness when she’s expressing herself through her art. May she always be able to maintain this level of self-belief].
2. You know those moments when everything just feels right with the world? They’re fleeting, but you have to grab them and savour them when they come. They’re like little flashes of stardust falling in your path, lighting your way.
3. Those legs! I could stare at them all day every day.
4. “Mama…” (just after we’d settled down for the night after homework)…”Is there anything sweet?” he asks. I look in the kitchen. No butter. No eggs. Just the scrapings of store cupboard ingredients. And one 8 year old boy’s face looking at me hopefully. What’s a Mama supposed to do? Cobble something together and hope for the best! And they were delicious! Coconut, oats, flour, cocoa powder, a little bit of sugar, some oil and a lot of love….who knew?!
It’s been a definitely very hopeful week this week around these parts…
Reading John Irving’s A Prayer for Owen Meany. Fascinating premise for the book but I’m finding the first sections hard going. If you’ve read it, give me some motivation to continue, please!
Inspired by this Amy Winehouse video. Goosebumps. Tears of joy. Every. Single. Time. She left a little bit of herself on stage every time she performed, but this? No words. I have no words.
Eating lots of fruit salad and feta cheese (sometimes at the same time). Yum!
Laughing at this video of Tom Hanks and James Corden reenacting all of his films…I’m probably the last person who has access to the internet to have stumbled across it, however…..!
Thinking about a haircut. It’s time. And piercing my ears (yep, still!)…I need a change. I feel it coming.
Making lots of scrapbook LO’s.
Wearing black floral trousers and a denim shirt. Kind of a 90s vibe. Red heels and a blue hat (when I went out this morning; not in the house as I sit typing this, obviously! A hat inside? That would just be weird). Hot pink lipstick and nails. And a plait.
Wishing we were home. I dream of walking through fields of daffodils and bluebells. I can smell them in my sleep.
Missing all the little quirks of British life. Snippets of conversations overheard in the street. People expressing themselves through their clothes. Angel Delight. Crumpets. M&S. Primark. York. Theatre. Speaking English.
Buying as little as possible. Our finances aren’t going to get back on track by being frivolous at this point in time.
Marvelling at the fact that everything always falls in to place as if by magic (but I know now that it’s not magic) and at the fact that light always follows darkness (however deep or long the darkness).
Thanking the Heavens for guiding me.
Appreciating being able to work. It feels Good (with a capital G).
Feeling like I can. I’ve missed you, this feeling of being able. [Thanks for coming back].
Have a great week, everyone!