two hundred and sixty six

I am grateful for my best kind of day. A day spent pitter pottering around the house catching up with ourselves. A day spent in my pj’s until 11am. (I only got dressed cos Kate’s Sam was popping around and Kate would have been mortified. Actually I would have been too.) A day that started with an hour to spare because we forgot about daylight saving and our phones aka our clocks are set to Sydney time. A day with my best kind of lunch, turkish with bits and pieces, which Jem always manages to turn into her signature cupcake extravaganzas. A day of too many coffees, homemade pancakes and giggles from the pool. I am grateful for the perfect simplicity of today.

 

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 forty six

I am grateful for company in the kitchen. And help. Especially because it was unsolicited. And because I know not to take it for granted. It is precious and fleeting. Even if it quickly deteriorated into a selfie session.

two hundred and forty one

 

12 September. I am grateful for the best pre dinner company ever. There is very little as uplifting or as contagious as girly giggles. Thank you sweethearts.