Tomorrow morning we’re off on another little road trip. This time to the Gower Peninsula, and I can’t wait. I suspect the weather may not be what it was in France, but the setting is stunning and I’m sure that’ll more than make up for a bit less (I’m being hopeful here!) sunshine.
The downside is that we’ll be off the radar for a bit but we can catch up when we get back (just in time for Greenbelt festival, and just over a week left of maternity leave!).
It’s about finding the middle ground when neither poles are acceptable. Everybody moves. Everybody gives a little. Things move forward.
It’s a good thing, no?
I haven’t done this for a while, so here goes….
The way the hairdryer can still help M to sleep
The fabulous male role models that M has in his life
The opportunity to go camping three, yes, three more times before I return to work
The email I was waiting for, that is.
You know. In case you were wondering.
It has been a most splendid weekend, the highlight of which was the marital nuptials of a dear friend of mine. One of my oldest, in fact. She is one of the humblest, yet sweetest, people I know, as well as being incredibly patient, and it was with utter delight that I enjoyed the privilege of witnessing her marriage to her beau.
Recently, after watching a short, yet inspired, Ted Talk, I have started to record three new gratitudes daily.
This weekend I am very lucky to say that in these were included the fortune of having kept a school friend as a good one, as well as discovering newly shared circumstances with them (unusual, in my experience, but such a pleasure) and, of course, being able to share their beautiful day with them as well as their nearest and dearest.
I may share more as time goes on…
Watch it if you can – I thought it was great, and it’s only short.
That Ted Talk
I love where I live, especially on a rare night out (if you can call being home by 8 a ‘night out’!).
What is it about emails that you are willing to arrive that makes you (me) incessantly hit ‘refresh’? Agh! Same kind of thing as watching a kettle boil or paint dry, I guess, except you can be pretty sure those things will happen…
Another for the list of things that bug me about myself…