Today is Mothering Sunday in the United Kingdom and as an antipodean I am lucky enough to celebrate it twice a year. I have been looking forward to a sleep in all week and really, that is all I could ask for on Mother's Day.
Our weekends are so precious here with Grant at work 12 hours a day. I relish the Saturday and Sunday mornings that hold such promise of a family day and the chance to get a little 'me' time as Daughter and Daddy time takes place as well. I know how much he misses his girl during the week and I can sense the contentment he feels on the weekends when he is home with us.
I woke at about 7.30am after quite a rough nights sleep- Although sleep has been a luxury over the past 2+ years anyway, these last few weeks of pregnancy have brought on the insomnia I dealt with in the early weeks of pregnancy- All part of preparing the body for restless nights I guess? Either way, a 7.30 wake up was good enough for me.
You really can't beat waking up to the smell of bacon wafting up the stairs but even better the sounds and giggles from Grant and Avalon working magic in the kitchen. I lay back in bed listening to talk of pirates, chatter about 'Mummy' and harmonica playing- a long forgotton instrument that had been retrieved from the bottom of the toy box.
I was under strict instruction from Grant to stay upstairs in bed until I was summoned by the girl, only 10 minutes later, in pirate hat and Raggedy-Ann apron. She burst through the bedroom door explaining 'I can cook!' and a huge smile- Why, yes you can my precious!
We made our way downstairs and were greeted with a breakfast spread of French toast, sausages, bacon, tomatoes, and haggis (my ever adventurous husband!) accompanies by juice and fresh coffee... perfection.
At my table setting there were 2 hand-dyed T-shirts (one in pregnancy size, one in regular Mummy size) neatly folded, some hand-picked flowers foraged from our garden earlier that morning and a card, signed by Avalon. I knew these two had been up to something downstairs in the basement and found out later the T-shirts had spent the week drying in the cluttered garage but what more could you want on Mother's Day than time with your family, handmade gifts and a home cooked meal!?
I feel so blessed with my family; a healthy girl, a supportive and loving partner and another baby on the way who is co-operating in every way by keeping head firmly day ;) It amazes me that the dynamics of our family are going to change again in just a few short weeks.
I woke at about 7.30am after quite a rough nights sleep- Although sleep has been a luxury over the past 2+ years anyway, these last few weeks of pregnancy have brought on the insomnia I dealt with in the early weeks of pregnancy- All part of preparing the body for restless nights I guess? Either way, a 7.30 wake up was good enough for me.
You really can't beat waking up to the smell of bacon wafting up the stairs but even better the sounds and giggles from Grant and Avalon working magic in the kitchen. I lay back in bed listening to talk of pirates, chatter about 'Mummy' and harmonica playing- a long forgotton instrument that had been retrieved from the bottom of the toy box.
I was under strict instruction from Grant to stay upstairs in bed until I was summoned by the girl, only 10 minutes later, in pirate hat and Raggedy-Ann apron. She burst through the bedroom door explaining 'I can cook!' and a huge smile- Why, yes you can my precious!
We made our way downstairs and were greeted with a breakfast spread of French toast, sausages, bacon, tomatoes, and haggis (my ever adventurous husband!) accompanies by juice and fresh coffee... perfection.
At my table setting there were 2 hand-dyed T-shirts (one in pregnancy size, one in regular Mummy size) neatly folded, some hand-picked flowers foraged from our garden earlier that morning and a card, signed by Avalon. I knew these two had been up to something downstairs in the basement and found out later the T-shirts had spent the week drying in the cluttered garage but what more could you want on Mother's Day than time with your family, handmade gifts and a home cooked meal!?
I feel so blessed with my family; a healthy girl, a supportive and loving partner and another baby on the way who is co-operating in every way by keeping head firmly day ;) It amazes me that the dynamics of our family are going to change again in just a few short weeks.
The last 2 years have been an incredibly whirlwind of soaring highs and yet also crashing lows (those which I didn't expect)... and would I change a thing? Nope-- not one!
Our experience has got us 'here' and we are grow each day in love for each other... we learn and we work together along the way.
It is an overused cliché but I cannot think of any other word but 'blessed' to describe my lot in life- and I have these 2 people to thank for it.
It is an overused cliché but I cannot think of any other word but 'blessed' to describe my lot in life- and I have these 2 people to thank for it.
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