10 December. We have a lot of shit. A lot. I am so very grateful the apartment is finally empty. And that the cleaners were late because I had a quiet contemplative moment remembering and being thankful for a perfect three years. Although I simply cannot grasp it’s been three years. How did that happen?
9 December. PJ’s, The Black Keys, mad morning dancing and gay abandon. I am grateful the girls feel free here. Free to be mad. Free to be loud. I am loving our home.
7 December. I am grateful for rain, cuddles and beautiful first mornings.
6 December. I am grateful we are finally in our new home. And that my Lynn chair was the first piece off the truck and in the house. Just makes it even more perfect.
5 December. Courteney caught a train from Brisbane to Cooroy to help us with our packing. And just to be with us. The train never made it to Cooroy, it was terminated at Nambour. Shock and horror. I loved the reprieve from packing the journey to Nambour gave me, even though I had no idea where I was going and I knew an angel was waiting for me to rescue her. I was so grateful for the sight of her familiar blue green eyes, especially when I saw the flash of relief as she recognised the jeep. I remain amazed at how much our girls have grown here, in independence, but I also love how young they still are too.
30 November. I am grateful for new beginnings and precious traditions. It seeems the Cawood way to farewell old homes and welcome new ones, is with dear friends, heaps of champagne and an empty house, one filled with love and memories and the other with love and new stories yet to be told. I am grateful the girls are as excited as B and I at our next adventure. Our new chapter.
Not sure if it’s as a result of being the youngest of six kids, or just a boy thing, but B simply cannot put his shoes away. Where he takes them off there they stay. It pisses me off. But today I was so grateful for those boots in the middle of the lounge. We have missed them.
I am grateful for the unexpected pics I find on my phone, the little gifts from my girls. A little smile at the discovery and for that fraction of a second nothing else exists. Just love.
11 November. I am grateful for rainy lazy pj sundays. (And for daughters who don’t follow this blog).
grace and dignity 