19 October. I am so grateful I have two daughters. Even if sometimes they are a tad too honest. Even for me.
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My last Zoladex implant and my oncologist is in Canada on conference. Really? I am so over needles and some barbaric sans local implants which my sister in law can attest to, all of which have made me a little tense, and so in need of my gentle caring compassionate doctor who so gets me. The fact that the locum oncologist was not comfortable doing the implants and deferred to the oncology nurses didn’t help. Yikes. So, today I am grateful not only for my last implant but also for yet another angel with a kind heart and a fabulous sense of humour.
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I had two little extra companions on the beach today. And as delightful as they were I had to be more alert today than I have been for a very long while. So whilst those who know me know I wax lyrical about every age and stage and do not wish any of it away, today I was a little bit grateful my girls are not quite so young anymore. It means I get to drift off from time to time. Bliss. And how cool are the sand circles. I watched three young girls spend ages making them. I loved how everyone walked around them for the rest of the day. Well, everyone that is, except my two young companions.
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12 October. I am grateful for unusual mom and daughter bonding moments. Me waxing and plucking Kate, in the usual areas that need attention, brings much hilarity and genuine appreciation from my teenager. I was taken aback by her commenting how lucky she is I do it. It seems not all mums do. I just wish it wasn’t always last minute. Then again, she is my daughter.
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I may have mentioned once or twice or three times how fond I am of the ubiquitous pelicans here. Especially the slightly ludicrous sight of these large birds pirched so delicately on top of the extremely tall streetlights. I always look forward to approaching the bridge near Maroochydore as I am never disappointed, there is always at least one. I am grateful today that I looked up on the way home, because the sight of a distinctive quirky cute kookaburra instead of a pelican was so delightfully unexpected, and actually quite silly, I snorted with laughter a good kilometre afterwards. I am so very grateful for silly unexpected moments, that are even better than the expected. But damn if I missed the shot. You’ll have to take my word for it.
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14 September. I am grateful for inspiring friends who are hell bent on doing something good for the world, who enable us all, who just get on with it. And who are determined to have a damn fun time doing it too.
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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.
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I am grateful for a quiet moment of contemplation, a moment to pause, reflect, remember and give thanks. And for friendship and laughter and shared experience and understanding, which so beautifully filled the space left by contemplation.
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6 September. I am grateful for laughter so deep and so pure that for that moment nothing else exists but a feeling of overwhelming joy. And for wonderfully spontaneous cheeky friends who are funny, wise and brave.
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2 September. B is a fabulous father. He encourages and enables. He loves Kate and Jem with every inch of his being. He believes so absolutely in them. He helps them to laugh at themselves. He helps them to be themselves. He teaches them to be kind, compassionate, patient, dedicated, genuine, authentic and fair. And funny. Because that’s who he is. I am grateful for the wonderful father the girls have, but I’m also just grateful for B. He does this for me too. Except for the funny bit. I’m just not.
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