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one hundred and thirty

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There is very little I need in my world that isn’t chocolate. Unless it’s coffee. And love of course. Which coffee and chocolate actually are fine examples of even if only due to the caffeine and increased serotonin levels respectively. Whatever. Chocolate is my happy pill. But apparently the Australian taste in chocolate is very different to the South African. We like a creamier, less sweet, more swiss like flavour. Lindt is good, but not thick enough. Not for Jem and I anyway. Jem is particularly true to her taste. She simply refuses any. Kate and I are a little less discerning. Or maybe just too hedonistic to ever refuse. Anyway, tonight I am grateful so very grateful we discovered Aldi’s chocolate. Made in Austria. Creamy, thick, melt in your mouth, not so sweet or watery, robust, full of love. I am grateful that tonight, for a moment, we were all happy. And full of love.

one hundred and twenty nine

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I am grateful for a hot shower. To turn a tap and have hot water pour out is a rare treat for some. An impossible dream for others. Yet I get to shower as and when I feel. I am  so grateful for the daily treat, for the gift of water, of hot, therapeutic water, but especially for the time. The time alone, the time out, to focus, to calm, to think, to be grateful. And to plan.

one hundred and twenty eight

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Jem is in year 6 and Kate year 10 and every year of school in South africa and here they have had a concert or musical of sorts. I was always too busy to be involved. And maybe because it was just not really my thing. Either way, I am very grateful that today I spent the day making props for Alice in Wonderland. Not only because it was a truly good day, but because it was about time.

one hundred and twenty seven

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Kate loves tea. Made for her by me.  Every night at about 7.45pm. In her K mug. Delivered to her in her room. By me. I am grateful for this little routine. It makes her still seem so little. And so needy of her mommy. I know, I know, I’m a walkover, but I just can’t resist the nightly text I get.

one hundred and twenty six

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I am grateful for a sweet little button nosed cavoodle puppy called Teddy. Teddy has been on my mind since we met him yesterday, so much so that I have been googling cavoodles all day.  I am grateful because Teddy has made me realise even more how much my family needs a home, a real home that is ours, with a dog and all the restrictions and hassles that brings, but also the love and the belonging. Here for now. But Teddy had also confused me a tad, because our Teddy was going to be a chow chow. (Well, the girls and I had decided. Sort of).

one hundred and twenty five

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I love driving around looking at houses, even if it is at times perplexing. I love the obligatory coffee and hot chocolate stop at Costa Noosa in Sunshine Beach to plan our next move. I am grateful that Jem loves it all as much as me. And is a better navigator than me.

one hundred and twenty four

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Every morning when I drive over the bridge near Quamby Place heading to Hastings I see a pelican on the top of the street light.  Everytime. I am sure it’s not the same pelican but I like to think it is. I am grateful to this pelican for always making me smile. I know it isn’t an uncommon sight in Noosa but it is one that will never fail to delight me. I am also grateful to the person who took this shot, because mine was crap.

one hundred and twenty three

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I am grateful for a moment of connection. A fabulous laugh at our new morning routine (well, my morning and B’s night). A reminder that things are not always as we choose but we can make it work. If we choose to. I am grateful that we do.

one hundred and twenty two

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There is something beautiful about your child’s singing. I am so grateful for whatever is right in Jem’s life that had her singing in her room with gay abandon this morning as she was tidying and opening her blinds. I am so grateful I was there to hear it. And for the fact that she can keep a tune. So grateful in fact that I’m happy to admit it doesn’t come from me.

one hundred and twenty one

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It is beautiful how the early morning sun settles on my chair at the moment. I love my chair. I love it because it reminds me of years of gentle shared moments in Sonnie’s chair on the game farm, the moments I wanted to capture, I love it because Lynn made it for me, I love it because it was one of the last gifts from home, I love it because it envelops me and makes me feel safe. Yes, even little. Today I am grateful for my chair and how it makes me feel.