two hundred and fifty seven

28 September. A five hour kayak on the magnificent milford sound with the majestic peaks rising right out of the water has got to be one of life’s great adventures. I am so grateful Kate put herself out there and found out what she is capable of. Found out what an adventurer she actually is. And even had time to pout.

two hundred and fifty six

27 September. I am grateful for good old fashioned dad and daughter time with a good old fashioned toboggan. And good old fashioned tumbles aplenty. And belly laughs.

two hundred and fifty five

 

I am grateful for promises kept. And for falling snow in the spring. And for the delight and adoration in Jem’s eyes. B and I could have danced for joy when the snow began to fall. In fact I think we did.

two hundred and fifty four

Me, two girlfriends and glacier hot pools. I am grateful for friends who make me snort with laughter, tease me, laugh at me and laugh with me. And laugh at themselves. And who trust me with their stories. And my promise that what happens in the pools stays in the pools.

two hundred and fifty three

A day filled with breathtaking magnificence. A full day. It is so easy to take all the beauty that surrounds us every single day no matter where we are for granted. I am grateful for the reminder. How small and blessed we all are.

two hundred and fifty two

From the best flat white (no doubt because it was the first of the day and it was already 2pm) in Wellington, to the unexpected ice rink in Hagley Park in Christchurch, to Kate and Jem skating hand in hand, to the interesting french fella who made our dinner, to the hottest most delicious soak (probably first of the year too) ever in the cute Cotswolds lookalike hotel, I am most grateful for a wonderful introduction to a beautiful gentle country. What took us so long.

two hundred and fifty one

I am grateful for nanna naps. And homes away from home. I never ever have nanna naps, only twice, and both times on this exact spot. So I’m also grateful for a sister who always creates a home away from home for me. And has a comfy couch. I’m less grateful to the little angel who took this shot. And anyway, my iron is low and getting ready for a trip to NZ is damn tiring. It is.

two hundred and fifty

It was sweet today to notice as I inched forward in the school pick up queue, the wonderful grin on every single child as they connected with their mom, dad or carer. That wonderful moment of truth, before the invariably unsatsifying conversations of how was your day fine, what did you do nothing starts. I am grateful my daughter was as thrilled to see me. And It had nothing to do with end of term. It didn’t.

two hundred and forty nine

I am grateful for rose coloured glasses. It doesn’t mean the crap isn’t there, it just means I am choosing not to linger on it. Not anymore.

jemma

Jem turned twelve today. It just doesn’t seem possible that my baby is growing up. But she is. And beautifully. Jem has always been a quiet observer. She takes absolutely everything in. She sees so much more than most. She takes the time to be. She gets lost in being which is wonderfully compelling if a tad frustrating for her A type mom who aspires to be more like her. She has always stopped to smell the roses. And her roses always smell beautiful. Jem always sees the silver lining. I am so blessed to have such a beautiful kind teacher. A kind gentle funny soul who’s focus in life is peace. And always has been. World peace no less. Jem is complete if all around her are at peace. And ideally living in beautiful architecturally designed spaces. She has a wonderful sense of the aesthetic. Jem knows what matters. She doesn’t like conflict, but always stands up for what she believes. She is the champion of the underdog. She is kind, gentle, sweet, cheeky and quite mad. She has a fabulous twinkle in her eye, an innate style and is beautifully sensitive. She wants the best for everyone. She gets sad if others are sad, she feels happy if they are happy. She oozes empathy and compassion for every single living creature. The furrier the better. She is accepting of all, judging of none. She is cuddly and tactile and true. She epitomises still waters run deep. She has a depth to her I am so excited to still be discovering. She is capable of so much and brave enough to try anything. She is fearless. I learn from my exquisite angel child every single day and am loving watching her fly. She is truly and always has been one of a kind. Jem is the change I want to see in the world.