31 December. Kate loves her new doc martens. I am grateful we schlepped them all the way from Oz. And that I love her style. But damn I wish they were mine.
I am grateful for four letters today. To receive handwritten letters from my teenage daughter is such a wonderful treat. I can’t explain the feeling of holding the letters she has actually written. I am grateful for this experience, so we can all know the beauty of writing, sharing and anticipation. She says she is having a fabulous time. Not even raking sawdust in the long drop loos is putting her off. I am grateful that all is okay in her world. Because that means all is okay in my world again. I am so letting go. I am.