Have you ever had that moment when you stop and take it all in?
I had that moment on the weekend. It was breakfast time and we were huddled around the table, eating our toast, drinking our coffee, dodging the crusts that William was throwing at our heads.
Then a song comes on the radio.
This song...
Now I have heard this song about a thousand times. Sometimes I cry a little. Sometimes I don't.
: This song was my mothers favourite song EVER.
: We would watch this very version many times.
: This was the song that came on the stereo when I got into her car the day after she passed away.
: This was the song that we played at her funeral when we all said goodbye.
: This was the song I heard in the waiting room when I was in labour with Will.
: This is the song that appears when I forget about her a little.
: This was the song that made me stop last Saturday morning.
Toast in hand, I travelled back to a different time in my life.
I smiled at my husband and screaming children "I bloody love youse all, how lucky are we?" I said.
Keith looked at me like he had seen the reincarnation of Winston Churchill.
In that little moment, I had seen what it was all about.
All of the tears, anguish, confusion, challenges and triumph.
I could see the life I was in and I knew exactly what Ma would say.
Today we went up to Dads place for a cuppa and a chin wag.
My dad is kind of a mad scientist, he knows everything about plants, astronomy, fungus, insects and Aboriginal art. In fact he has recently written a book about all of the Aboriginal art in the Adelaide Hills.
He lives on top of a mountain in a water tank style house. He is a very sensitive and kind soul, we often clash as father and daughter do, but I do not know where I would be without his love and support.
Well we are back in to the old swingaroo of things today. Kdog (Keith) had to head back to work after three blissful weeks of holiday time. The poor darling was not very happy to be donning the shirt and tie again, and leaving his beloveds behind. It did not help when Will had a meltdown and stood at the front window screaming for Daddy. Oh well, Peppa Pig soon fixed that.
My dear pals Vanessa and Gabrielle are house sitting a fab place up in the hills for a few weeks, and invited us up for some morning tea. Seriously, this place actually inspires me. I am totally and utterly in love with everything about it.
:Is it me, or do we all have those weekends or holidays where it all just seems to go to shit.? That is usually the case for us, well me actually. I always seem to have high expectations of weekends and holidays and I often end up snitchy and dissappointed. I made the choice to avoid being snitchy Amelia these holidays. Let me tell you, it has worked and this festive season has been brillo.
I love my little family. I love our little house. I love our little neighbourhood. I love this time of year.