The Daphne is in full bud, just waiting for some warmth and sunshine to open the blooms and perfume the entire side of the house. The days are getting longer and a little warmer with green leaves just waiting to pop on every branch in the garden. You can feel spring under the earth, the movement and the awakening underfoot and it makes you feel a little more alive, the shift, the change in the seasons.
The days are filled with routine – beds being made, blinds being pulled up, fire’s being cleaned up, new wood stacked, dishes washed and packed away, meals prepared. There is some writing, some new work and opportunities, always amazing, supportive comments and support from strangers and friends and bewilderment at the hatred, jealousy and judgement from people that don’t know me at all, and then from others that do know me, and should know better. It’s a funny business, this sharing business, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Daisy is this big kid. So smart and funny – soaking up everything, jumping at every opportunity she gets. She has finally found some co-ordination and is loving her sport – jumping on a skipping rope, playing hockey, running like the wind wherever she goes. She is patient with her little sister. And kind. Although she is tired, she knows it now, and surrenders to it, rather than stubbornly fighting it like she has since the day she was born. I am so proud of her. She’ll never know just how much. Harper is two. So very two. On a constant roller coaster of emotional highs and lows, learning as she goes and trying to be better at things that two years olds are not good at – sharing, sleeping, playing with others. She is a solid ball of pure goodness – cut from the same cloth as her Father and every day she makes me laugh out loud just by being her. I’m this mother now. Of two great kids. Who drives around and picks them up, makes their meals and hugs them when they need it. Each night when they are asleep in their room, one on the top bunk, the other down below, my mind can’t quite get around the fact that these daughters…they are mine. Ours. And my heart bursts with love and pride every single flipping day.
Rob is…well, he is Rob. He is amazing. Smart. Kind. Patient. Capable. Handsome. Sexay. Funny. He is everything to me. Everything.
Each night when the fire is lit, the blinds drawn down and the last light hits the garden and the temperature drops I still pinch myself that this place is my home. That life is this good. That this village filled with all these amazing friends and people is our town. That we made this our life. Today I am 35 years old and right now I feel like the luckiest woman in the whole damn wide world.