People ask me how I’m coping. I’m coping OK… most days. I’ve been drinking lots of tea – lemon and ginger to be precise. In my new QM2 mug if at all possible. It reminds me of that day near the prow of the ship… all alone (despite there being
I head upstairs to tuck you in – you in my favourite stripey Bananas in Pyjamas PJs – a bit too small for you now. Fast asleep, your hand is hanging over the edge of your bunk. The house is warm from the fire and you have kicked off the
Sitting on the couch, folding gift cards. X-Men is on the TV. Hubby leans over and whispers, “Love You” and kisses me. I half-heartedly scold him for distracting me. I will miss folding the cards, but the kisses will continue. Today I am grateful.
Creating my amazing life one tiny moment at a time. Bringing the Hubby, a Munchkin and about a dozen tomato plants along for the ride.
