I am grateful for the making of memories. And for little girls wanting to capture them. And for a polaroid camera that reminds me of way back when.
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two hundred and fifty seven
28 September. A five hour kayak on the magnificent milford sound with the majestic peaks rising right out of the water has got to be one of life’s great adventures. I am so grateful Kate put herself out there and found out what she is capable of. Found out what an adventurer she actually is. And even had time to pout.
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A day filled with breathtaking magnificence. A full day. It is so easy to take all the beauty that surrounds us every single day no matter where we are for granted. I am grateful for the reminder. How small and blessed we all are.
two hundred and fifty two
From the best flat white (no doubt because it was the first of the day and it was already 2pm) in Wellington, to the unexpected ice rink in Hagley Park in Christchurch, to Kate and Jem skating hand in hand, to the interesting french fella who made our dinner, to the hottest most delicious soak (probably first of the year too) ever in the cute Cotswolds lookalike hotel, I am most grateful for a wonderful introduction to a beautiful gentle country. What took us so long.
two hundred and forty five
I am grateful B has a mini me too. Jem has to put on her new stuff the minute she gets home. Admire it and wear it. Even if it is boots and puffer jackets and the sun is shining. Just like B. It was sweet to see the twinkle of pride in B’s eye, as I said, she really is your child. Whereas Kate and I might unpack our stuff tomorrow. If we get around to it. Or maybe B and Jem will do it for us. Or most likely, I’ll find an unpacked bag in my cupboard in a week’s time and wonder whose it is.
grace and dignity 