#1905 Present, dinner

We had a meaningful and present dinner tonight.

It was nice to go out on a Tuesday night, when we usually don’t. It’s midweek, and tonight it was cold…

But despite baby girl having school tomorrow, Hubbie and I don’t have work, hence why we chose to go out tonight for our anniversary dinner.

We were there just over an hour, tops. Not many people around.

We had drinks. We toasted. And then we sat and really listened to each other… baby girl with what she did at school today… Hubbie and I shared anecdotes… and as I ate my meal, I really took the time to be present, engage with what was happening then, NOW, with my family who I love so much.

It was simple, but so, so beautiful.

I understand why they call it the present. If you take the time to stop and appreciate, it’s honestly the greatest gift in the world. 💖💖💖

#1904 Looking back in time

Life has been so busy lately. So busy, that we’ve forgotten a lot of who we are.

May has come around too fast. And another Monday, come and gone.

It was only last week when I went “damn. That came fast.”

Our ‘special’ day.

Not having the time to celebrate when you’re ‘meant to’ does not mean jack.

Take the commercial days, of Valentine’s Day, hell even throw in Mother’s Day and Father’s Day.

They’re all the same.

We’re told as a society that we have to do something, we must do something to celebrate it, show off for social media, friends and family…

It is lovely to celebrate, appreciate loved ones in our life, and I’m not saying that I don’t do it, personally…

But you should celebrate your special people, ALL THE DAYS of your life. Not just when the catalogues and ads tell you too.

Same as for other days.

Days like, an anniversary. 💖💖

Our anniversary fell on a Monday this year. Work, school, swimming, groceries, phone calls, emails, basketball game, routine routine routine… it was all too much. It was a fairly uneventful day, and that’s ok, because we share our love for each other on other days, in other ways, and it doesn’t really matter if it’s not on this EXACT day.

I’m not trying to convince myself, honest. 😂 In fact, we are going out tomorrow night, and going away for a couple of nights soon too.

Let there be love on all the days. Let there be hugs, kisses, displays of affection, cards and presents, snuggles and all kinds of lovey-dovey things, on all the days.

Not just when it is deemed special, by society, by milestone, or by date.

I had a really lovely night… sans Hubbie. He was out playing basketball.

Baby girl and I had dinner together, then we sat on the couch and she read school books to me.

Then we watched Masterchef, and we never watch Masterchef. 😂

Hubbie came home, and then eventually we sat on the couch as a family, to do one special thing together, something small to highlight our ‘special’ day…

We looked through our official photos. 😍

Baby girl and I put on the special photo gloves, and she helped me leaf through the pages, as we all reminisced, and she learnt and discovered.

And I couldn’t have thought of a better way to end the night.

💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

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#1729 Day 231 of getting there: beyond 25

You know, 25 has always been a special number for me, being the date that Hubbie and I first got together, all those years ago.

But having been restricted within 25 kms of our home as of late, has been just an extension of the lockdown we’ve been living for months now.

Because all our friends and family are outside of those 25, the recent loosening of restrictions has been much of a muchness.

But today? Today I eagerly watched the announcement by our Premier Dan Andrews, and although it was fairly expected, given our recent brilliant track record of 0 new coronavirus cases for 9 days straight already, when he actually said those words…

That the 25kms would be LIFTED.

That the state was one again.

I unexpectedly, broke down a little.

Baby girl looked at me concerned, giving me a pat on the back.

“It’s okay honey, I’m just happy. Happy tears.”

They were. And they will be.

Getting there, more and more, every day. 💖🙏

#1642 Day 144 of getting there: Happy August Memories

Today, I did some washing. Hung it in our backyard.

I baked some muffins. Scents of banana and cocoa filled the walls within our home.

I ripped out old plants and dying branches from flowers that desperately needed a good prune. I tidied it up…

To make our home look more pretty.

And it was all the more convenient and timely, that I did these random, but interconnected odd jobs, as the theme unifying it all was that of the home.

Tending to the home.

Using the home.

Filling up the home.

Because on this day 4 years, we bought this home.

I made the winning bid. When I think of that day, I have to shake my head in disbelief sometimes. It was 4 years ago, but many parts of that day are still so clear to me, even now.

I remember the well wishes I received the morning of the auction by some amazing family and friends.

I remember driving up with my Mum and baby girl… and being so nervous, that both Mum and I had to stop at a servo to pee on the way.

I remember arriving 15 minutes into the inspection before auction. I remember the street being FULL of cars. I remember nosy neighbours walking off, having had enough of a sticky beak, not caring to see who would get the house.

I remember NOT ONE auctioneer approaching me as I wandered through the house for the final time before the dum dum daaaa! moment.

I remembered my sister seeing the view from upstairs and saying “it’s a great house” but saying it in a way like “shit, it will be competitive.”

I remember my bro-in-law saying similar words, saying he’d overheard a lot of interested parties talking about it.

I remember all of us standing outside in the front yard, with the strong Winter wind blowing around.

I remember baby girl running around the yard as the main auctioneer started his spiel, referring to her in his opening monologue.

I knew then, that that was a GOOD SIGN.

I remember him motioning to the water views behind us, while I secretly cursed him – “don’t remind them of the views!”

I remember him saying that the winning person could celebrate on the main street afterwards at one of the many cafes, and the desire was so strong in me then, because we had been to those cafes and those restaurants. We had walked those streets, we had holidayed here, and we had done our research.

We were ready.

I remember the auction beginning, and Mum standing near baby girl, watching her run around while mumbling under her breath that the price was going too high.

I remember my sister positioned closer to the nature strip, creating a barrier so that baby girl couldn’t escape.

And I remember my bro-in-law standing behind me, ready to whisper words of advice.

I remember staying quiet for a long time.

I remember the TOTAL SATISFACTION (this is SO clear to me) when I put up my hand, and made my first bid.

The auctioneer looked at me, and his expression conveyed something else.

I had come in later. He knew I meant business.

And I remember how when I made the second, third bid, one of the agents made a beeline to me, thinking he could now help me.

Huh. Where were you guys INSIDE the house?

I had my own agent behind me 😉

I remember holding that winning bid… and the auctioneer urging others to jump in… while I begged in my head “please no, just let it be over…”

Then, IT WAS OVER.

There was clapping. There was cheering. People around me were genuinely happy.

And we were over the moon!

Inside, a familiar face! I saw the agent I had been talking to leading up to that day… He had been hiding out with the owners, of course.

I signed contracts with shaky hands, and snapped a photo of the interior, with the price tag, to Hubbie.

HE WAS OVER THE MOON.

After celebratory photos with the auction board, we headed to the main street.

Mum, sis, baby girl and I had our celebratory coffees and treats.

And when we got home hours later, Hubbie was on cloud nine.

I remember all this so fondly, and I don’t think I can ever forget such a momentous day for us.

A day where we realised our big dream of sea changing, a day when we made it.

And so when baby girl snapped a sunset from my phone this evening (I’ve trained her well) I didn’t think much of it…

‘Til I previewed it later.

It was blurry. Much like a memory can be. But there was that lawn. I could still see that sign in my head.

The guy who was standing to the left of me… the two ladies on my right. The family of four who I thought of often, comprised of a couple with their two young girls, who walked off half-way through the auction…

I hope they found their dream house, just as we found ours.

Now there were different plants, different colours, and different people coming in and out…

And 4 years on, there’s no place we’d rather be. 💖🏡🌅🥰

#1625 Day 127 of getting there: facebook memories

We’re relying on technology so much nowadays, being separated from one another physically, and so it brought me much joy to see facebook spring forth a memory this morning.

I mean, I knew what day it was, I’m kinda counting the days to August (with nothing to really look forward to at this stage, let’s face it, but ‘eternal dreamer’) so I did realise it was the anniversary of our dear baby girl’s christening, from 6 years ago.

WOW. 6 years ago. Photos, with family and friends. My gorgeous baby girl, actually, a baby girl! Not 6 going on 13 as she wishes she were. Even a video was there, and I could hear the music in the background, was reminded of the joy of the event, and tried to imagine what it’d be like to be amongst people like that again…

No fear. All love. Happiness, laughter, good times.

Dancing. Memories.

I hope this virus passes soon, for everyone’s sakes. And then when facebook brings up 2020 memories in years to come, we’ll look back on all the masks, isolation woes, and toilet paper wars, shaking our hands and wondering if it was all a dream…

Or a nightmare. In the meantime, let’s look back on the memories, and look towards making new ones, hopefully soon…

#1589 Day 91 of getting there: Let’s reset on this short day

I don’t know what was going on today.

Was it Winter?

Was it the moon?

The sun?

The eclipse?

Or something more powerful… HORMONES?

Something freaky was going on. I was unhinged. Emotional. A wreck. So much to do, and yet complete unwillingness to do anything at all.

Was someone sticking needles into a mini-me? Was it Karma? Some huge Universal lesson I was being taught?

Was it just the fact I am sick of this super long, super strong, superman-type cold I’ve had for the past 3 months?

Is iso finally making me crack, true and proper?

It’s one of those things, that I just don’t know. I may never know.

But there is ONE THING I KNOW for certain.

Today is the shortest day. June 21st.

It is the day of the winter solstice in the southern hemisphere.

And also, the anniversary of our engagement sooo many years ago.

As soon as I discovered in 2016, that the winter solstice fell on our engagement anniversary, I was intrigued.

Firstly, I knew it was not a coincidence, because I don’t believe in those.

A day marking the end of the old, and the rebirth of great beginnings and hope, to fall on our engagement day… it was NOT a coincidence.

I am compelled to write and remind people about it every year, and I feel like my winter solstice journey in life is only just beginning.

The day that the southern hemisphere is tilted furthest away from the sun, hence getting the least amount of sunshine, is the day that we call this, the shortest day.

At a time of the greatest darkness, it can be understood then that symbolically it is a time of rebirth, rejuvenation and self-reflection.

Through darkness, comes light. Through trying times, springs hope.

And even though there is a lag between the shortest day, and us experiencing the coldest winter days yet, because of our hemisphere here still cooling (yep, get ready folks) we can start to set intentions and make space for what we want in our lives, for this next chapter.

For this next chapter, of slowly, oh so slowly, increasing LIGHT.

Which brings me back to the beginning. Today was crappy. Many of you may be having shitty days like me. Shitty weeks. Hell it’s been months for me (and yet for some more of you, years).

Coronavirus has not helped.

But let’s be kind to ourselves. Let’s try. Try to accept this difficult time for what it is. And that is, a massive growing and learning experience.

The rebirth is here. Things are going to get better, they have to.

Winter is going to kick us hard, sure, but honestly, look how bad this year has been already.

Just look. And we’re still here.

BLOODY SURVIVING.

We can do it.

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#1541 Day 43 of getting there: a chocolatey package

I’ve been ordering a bit online, so I had to run through the list in my head as the delivery man handed me a super-light box that read “this way up.”

What was so fragile that it needed direction as to how it should stand?

Kids clothes?

Chalk?

Exercise pants?

None of the above.

It was a chocolate bouquet!

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And it had to be held upright, to keep the arrangement looking all lovely and ready to eat. 😋

Gifted by sis and bro, for our anniversary.

🥰

We love you guys. ❤❤❤

#1540 Day 42 of getting there: The Wedding Day

Today, we went to a WEDDING.

Now before you all dob me in and I’m dealt with a $1600 fine, let me add that we went to a wedding… in our memories.

We put on our wedding DVD in fact, as it was our anniversary. It made it all the more poignant, seeing all our friends and families around us for one of the biggest day’s of our lives, and knowing that right now, we couldn’t be around ANY of them.

The viewing was magical. We sat down all together, baby girl even put on a white dress for the event (she was upset that she wasn’t there!) and we laughed, we cried.

No I lie. I CRIED.

Of course.

Sharing the viewing with my loved ones today was something truly special… and I’m surprised to realise that this iso thing is making me appreciate, and really get used to, family alone time.

I’m in no rush to get back to the life I used to have, just yet.

Not when I have so much love in the house, and so many memories to keep me happy and warm inside.

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#1532 Day 34 of getting there: eating on the rocks

I was sooo happy to hear earlier this week that the seafood prestigious The Rocks restaurant was doing takeaway during this highly uncertain time.

Yes! Saturday night dinner was confirmed!

We haven’t dined there loads of times, but we went there for an anniversary a couple years back, and one chilly and windy winter’s day sis and I went there for an unforgettable lunch.

Yet the quality of their food stood out firm in my mind, and so hearing they were providing that in takeaway form, well…

We were excited. It was ON.

Tonight…

We feasted.

You can just tell, immediately upon opening a package, how good the food is going to taste.

Just as I knew I was gonna be a gluttonous pig and eat nearly everything even though my seafood pasta fed two (not in European terms it wouldn’t!)

So bloody delicious. These guys will help us get through this iso… perhaps a couple kg heavier, but we’ll get through nonetheless… 😉

#1200 5 years

1200 posts of gratitude, a crap load on my parent blog SmikG, and it all started when… ?

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YAY! This blogging journey on WordPress started 5 years ago, and all after I read a book…

How wonderful these pages bound together in a unified spine can be 🙂