#710 Secret good news

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Photo by Ben White on Unsplash

My gratitude today comes from the happiness of another.

Because you see, someone pulled me over this afternoon, and said with a broad wave of their hands “I’m pregnant!”

And I stared at her in shock and awe, and ultimate critique, trying to work out if what she was saying was actually true.

“Are you serious?” I squinted at her.

“Yes.”

“You’re not joking?” I asked solemnly.

“No.”

“You’re pregnant?” I was now incredulous.

“Yes.”

I gasped in disbelief and happiness, giving her a big hug and proceeding to say “oh my God,” and “you’ve blown me away” about 100 times through hurried, intense and excited conversation, for the next 10 minutes.

I was in absolute shock and wonder, the epitome of a babbling idiot as I wrangled with my thoughts amongst it all.

“OH MY GOD!”

Because this wasn’t only pregnancy news…

Not only was this friend, pregnant…

But she was a friend, who I didn’t think was trying to get pregnant.

Also, she was a friend, who was in a serious relationship, yet I hadn’t thought pregnancy was in the immediate future for them.

She was a friend, who was also, a work colleague.

And this work colleague, was in a relationship with a man that not many people knew about…

This work colleague and her partner had kept their relationship under wraps, especially at work…

Because her partner, worked with her. With us!

OH THE DRAMA!

I couldn’t take it! I was dying. Can you understand why I was dying?! I had already known about the relationship early on, as she has confided in me many things, just as I have to her over the years, and she was one of the first at work who I told that I was pregnant, all those years ago… and now, she was telling ME.

That she was pregnant. Oh my God.

I was over the moon for her. She deserved it.

No, really. She deserved it.

She really, truly deserved this amazing blessing, because in recent years she had had a few very hard spells.

I had felt for her on so many an occasion, but didn’t know how to help. All I could do, was listen, and try to lend some advice.

And as all good friends do, bitch and whinge and moan with her.

My faith in Karma and life, is further cemented by this news. I don’t know why bad things happen. I don’t know why there are bullies, and aggressors; subsequently I don’t know why there are people who are harassed and victimised. And I certainly don’t understand how when someone turns to you for help, you can turn to the side of evil, and ignore their plea, instead going with the majority, with the laugher, with the mockers and the sheep and the boring old FLOCK.

But this news today… it is a LONG time coming.

My work colleague has been through so much. And this news is just proof to me, that eventually, your deeds catch up to you, whether they be good, or bad.

Her good deeds have paid her dividends. She got herself the guy, and now she got herself a baby 🙂

And for the ‘others?’ There is no greater revenge than success and achievement.

Did she go out to seek retribution, no. But the beautiful thing is, the Universe evened it ALL out for her.

:):):)

#702 Planned and Impromptu family day

Today was a BIG day. But it was all about LOVE.

Half of it was planned you see, when my beautiful cousin popped over with the recent princess of the family – her daughter – and we bonded all together with baby girl (despite some Diva-esque moments from my little one, still tired from that Wave Pool yesterday!) talking life, family, kids, parenting, and everything else in between.

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And then later on, an unplanned, impromptu visit, by my sister and her family. We threw things together – I made my spicy rice which I have been planning on showing them the recipe for for AGES… the barbeque was turned on, radio up just as high, and there was plenty of laughter and lightness, with a gentle dose of D&M too.

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Like I said, it was a BIG day. I had moments of tiredness, but the great company I was in, the love in the house, and the laughter abounding, inspired me and kept me going.

And one of the best things I heard today? Advice from my 15 year-old nephew. After telling him about my writing and blogs and stuff (I am still letting people know, s-l-o-w-l-y) and expressing some of my deep-seeded fears related to it, he sat next to me and said

“you can’t let your fear of what other people will think or say of your writing, stop you from putting yourself out there.”

And to get such instant emotional support from my family network, filled my heart with such courage, love, and joy.

Don’t you just LOVE family?! I do. 🙂 ♥♥♥

#643 Princess acquainting

We finally got a chance tonight to go and get a little more acquainted with the new princess of the family.

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Chubby legs. Little toes. Itsy bitsy fingers. Long and spiky hair…

And so much PINK.

She knew she was in the company of family, for sure. She was content as she was held, fed and ooh’d and ahh’d over, drank milk and did plenty of wees and poos, and then of course there was baby girl, MY baby girl, smiling and looking at this new baby girl, an actual bona fide, legit, almost-6-week-old proper baby girl, and my baby girl said “baby will play with me and chase me.”

Aww sweetheart. Soon darling, really soon.

It was a night of love and family, freaking out over how similar the two baby girl’s were in both their younger days, reminiscing about those precious yet trying early Parenthood days and nights, and then, getting into the car…

Guess what song was on from my ipod? Out of 1000s of songs?

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Like, if all the similarities between the two cousins weren’t already so prevalent, this song that I hold dear to my heart for baby girl, comes ON.

“A little ray of sunshine,

Has come into the world.

A little ray of sunshine,

In the shape of a girl.”

Call it coincidence? Luck? Fortune? Fate?

Something else???

You know what? I have come to realise that these happy coincidences, or signs, whatever you wanna call them, well it’s better to leave them as a mystery than to KNOW TOO MUCH.

Don’t over-analyse. Just accept and smile at the world. 🙂

 

#603 Meeting a princess…

Ten little fingers, ten little toes,

Two little ears and one little nose…

And so goes the nursery rhyme.

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And Pink. Pretty as a Princess Pink.

We met one today. A beautiful little girl that had all of the above, slept so sweetly as countless visitors came to meet her, and even smiled a little as baby girl and I posed for a photo beside her.

I was so beside myself in happiness that I nearly bawled like the baby in the room.

Happy tears, happy tears.

Because how beautiful is life, when anther precious being enters it and fills the world with joy?

What a happy time it is.

… Pretty as a picture, a Doll to hold tight,

An Angel from heaven, to make everything right.

                                                                                                                – SmikG.

 

 

#602 New baby

So, I was sure I was going to be centring today’s gratitude towards further vineyard explorations…

and then even the scary promise of a thunderstorm made me pause momentarily as I viewed outside our window, the strikingly beautiful yet also fear-inducing scene before us as a reason to be appreciative for what nature has to offer…

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But when I heard someone dear to me had just had a baby, suddenly…

GAME OVER.

All of a sudden, the world is injected with much more PINK.

And I love it.

My cousin, the girl I look at as my younger sister. I was so sure she would deliver sometime this week, as she had told me she was due to get induced in a couple of days time.

That makes sense, I had thought. It was past her due date, but these things were normal for first-borns. First-borns had to be prodded, helped along, poked a little before they entered the world with a tremendous “HURRAH!”

Instead, I looked at my phone this afternoon after some absence, to see 20 notifications from messenger, and was immediately on high alert.

I WAS IN SHOCK.

“I hadn’t even wished her well!” I exclaimed to Hubbie. I had left myself internal notes to message her the night before she was due to get induced, and instead this afternoon I was yelling –

“The last conversation we had was about Lego! Freaking Lego! I didn’t even wish her luck!”

My yelling soon stopped, replaced with much awwwwws and ohhhhhhs as photos of this precious baby girl came through.

SO, SO HAPPY FOR HER.

We have another member to add to our clan, and bows, ribbons, fancy things and rainbow colours will be ALL THE RAGE.

And just as a warning…  I think more pink and baby-gooeyness will continue in this thread following a certain meeting tomorrow… you have been warned…

 

#575 Girl Power

Women who support, love, promote and encourage one another, are a beautiful, beautiful breed.

And there is no stopping us and what we can achieve, when we have this such network around us.

It’s a horrible thing then, that many women are taught from when they are as young as little girls, that the female race is the enemy. They are their competition, their opponent. They must be better than them, and fight to the death to

get that job.

get that guy.

get that attention.

get that scholarship.

get that money.

and on and on and on it goes.

It’s a sad thing. Because I’ve realised over the years, that there is more than enough

Love

Happiness

Success

Wealth

Jobs

Men

$$$

FOR EVERYONE. It is called abundance, and there are so many out there, men and women alike, who act like they’re at the fish markets and bargaining with the fish monger over who is going to get the last piece of salmon at the best possible price.

But there are tubs and tubs of fresh salmon rolling in behind them.

I decided a long time ago I was only going to surround myself with these beautiful supportive women as much as I possibly could, but MOST importantly I was going to be one of them too – I was going to be supportive and helpful, loving and nurturing, passionate and inspiring, helping them through good times and bad, and just being there, whether it was to help them be the best person they could be, be that sidekick to dance or laugh with them, or be a shoulder to cry on when things got tough.

I am really lucky, that I have such beautiful women like this in my life. And by having them, baby girl is blessed…

Because she has them too. Not only are they my sidekicks, cheerleaders and personal superheroes, but they are automatically and unequivocally, her IDOLS. Leaders. Role Models.

And they are the cream of the crop.

Today I had some of my cousins over, AKA ‘The Sisters.’ And I realised as we chatted, laughed, had some meaningful convo about life and love and choosing the right colour paint for kitchen cupboards, that not only was I lucky, but baby girl was too. She is growing up in a family of strong, courageous, passionate, confident, funny, sassy and smart women, and it brings me such joy that this positive energy has been around her from day dot.

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You know the icing on the cake? We are expecting another little one to the family soon…

Those hands are hiding a baby. A baby girl.

Go Girl Power 🙂

 

 

#532 An injection of Pink

Pink napkins.

Pink balloons.

Pink flowers.

Pink cookies.

Pink hearts.

PINK PINK PINK.

I took home some Pink today, because I was at a dear one’s Baby Shower.

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I think it’s a beautiful thing when people get together to celebrate the future meeting of a brand new person. This little bub will be a new member of our family, another girl to have fun with, dance with, laugh with, watch grow, and be a huge part of her life.

We need to celebrate like this, much much more. A new job. A new house. A new… anything! We need to call our loved ones over, crack open some bottles, and just celebrate life and appreciate all the beautiful things in it, the things that we are so lucky to have, the things we are ultimately, blessed with beyond words.

Life can be so dark sometimes. We definitely need more Pink.

And this lovely lady with Bub, is my younger cousin, who I consider like a little sister to me. I am so excited for her and this new chapter in her life, and I only just realised a beautiful coincidence tonight…

She and I are 4 years apart. When her bub is born, baby girl and this new baby girl, will be…

4 years apart.

Ahhh. Ain’t history brilliant in its ability to recreate itself?!