9 January. I am grateful for an unexpected cuddle from behind. And for a daughter who could feel my quietness.
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29 December. The gratitude I feel towards my parents knows no bounds. I am grateful I grew up with them as an example of how to be and sometimes how not to be. Today we celebrate 50 wonderful years of a true partnership, an authentic one, where ups and downs were shared. Where life was celebrated and conflicts were aired and resolved. With passion. And in fact still are. I am grateful for the lessons learnt. That life is messy, and messy is good because messy is real, and messy teaches you to appreciate the rosy. That honesty is what matters, and that love truly does conquer all. I am grateful for the example set but mostly I am grateful to my parents for our family, my brother and sister and our partners and our children and especially the bond that exists between us all. We are because they are.
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25 December. A lapa christmas, a touch of style, an umbrella, laughter and love. I am grateful for an authentic celebration, for continued traditions and for the fact that no distance can separate us from those we love. We are together even when we are not.
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21 December. There is something about being with my mom and dad that stills me. I am grateful for homecomings and especially that we made it in time to celebrate a shared twelfth birthday.
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Now it is complete. I simply adore kookaburras. I am grateful one decided to visit us today. It felt like a welcome to the neighbourhood.
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12 December. As much as I dreaded my op I have to admit I was quite looking forward to the enforced bed rest. A bit messed up, I know. And it was a perfect overnight stay, drifting in and out of sleep due to the anaesthetic and a wonderful concoction of painkillers, reading a trashy romance novel, thanks Mel, and being waited on hand and foot. But despite this sad indictment on my life, I am beyond grateful to be home. And for the smile. You just gotta love teenagers.
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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.
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7 December. I am grateful for rain, cuddles and beautiful first mornings.
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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.
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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.
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