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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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.
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Jem was elected a school leader today and House Captain. I love the way she quietly gets on with her life, with very little interference from me. I am grateful she is seen. It was beautiful today in assembly when I saw her eyes meet Kate’s, who gave her a silent victory signal in support and solidarity. I am grateful for lovely uniting moments, never mind how fleeting.
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My daughters argue like most, but secretly adore each other which is actually quite precious. Today I am grateful for a particulary precious moment when Jem emerged dressed as Kate. Particularly precious because it was a delightful distraction from the boxes that needed to be filled. Not sure it will be a moment filled with sisterly adoration though when Kate finds out.
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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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25 November. I am grateful for a very patient family (and cheeky cousins), and here I mean my brother and sister and sister in law too. I have been a grump, taken on more than I can chew and spat it out all over all of them. And B too. I am grateful for them, not only for their patience with me, but especially for their understanding. And love.
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24 November. I am grateful for a pause. And for my first saturday morning coffee in our soon to be home. Bliss.
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I am grateful for love.
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I am grateful that no matter what, there is always a glass of fine red.
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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.
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