Saturday, 25 February 2017
Sunday, 19 February 2017
This is the old pier where the ferry boat collected folk heading out to one of the smaller islands.
It looks steep, and ackward.
I can not imagine juggling hatchlings and shopping,
While the wind whips the sea up and down,
And yet, I am sure many a person found this adequate and suitable for their needs.
If needs be, after years of disuse, it looks as though it would stand up and provide steady service again.
A funny sort of thought, the sitting and thinking what we set aside that was once good enough.
Monday, 16 January 2017
Friday, the 13th again this year. Just like a Friday eleven years ago, when we were blessed with you.
You are thoughtful and funny. Clever and witty.
Caring and helpful. You are growing into the most beautiful young woman and I give thanks every day that I get to be your mum.
Happy birthday, hatchling no2.
You are so filled with character and our lives are so greatly enriched by your presence. We have worried and fought so hard this year it would be easy to speak of that. Then you smile and light up the room. We love you endlessly, and are so blessed to have been by your side each step of the way.
Do not let the worries of the world dim your bright happy self. For you are stronger than any storm, our beautiful baby girl.