#917 Another year, another birthday/s

Well, whoops. Here I was talking abut being soooo party ready yesterday, that after writing last night’s post, I totally forgot to hit ‘post.’ I have now posted very fashionably, late, AFTER the party fact.

The face paint was fun. The hand paint was fun too. There was cake and food, drink and coffee… Kids were everywhere, “the air was like ice” (in true Frozen-themed form) but inside we were warm, and honestly as the kids went bezerko for a little while after the hail decided to grant us some respite, they didn’t even notice.

The happiest part for me? Baby girl is a very friendly and happy child, but even so the thought of entering rooms where there are a lot of people, even if they are family and friends, well it terrifies her at the moment. And though she had moments like that today, where she shied away from happy birthday greetings and photo ops of people that decided to just GRAB her (like seriously, what the actual F*&K, I would run away from them too!) she was absolutely amazing during the official happy birthday song.

In last year’s post I wrote about the birthday song NOT going down so well, to put it mildly…

And this year? She said we could make it a little noisy 🙂 And then proceeded to smile happily as everyone sang to her.

It made my heart explode with happiness.

A cold day, but a warm one that was filled with love, bees and butterflies. ♥♥♥
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#914 Sharing the day with her

Here’s something not many people know about me: I never wanted to share my birthday with another person EVER AGAIN.

This implies two things – that I have shared my birthday before, and that my wish for not sharing it again DIDN’T come true.

Yes and Yes.

I have family who are born on the same day as I… or me on the same day as them, whichever way you wanna look at it. Throw in random people I’ve met over the years who are also born on my ‘birth’ day, including the legendary Madonna and the anniversary of Elvis’ death, and well, I just felt like the day was all a bit overused.

When it looked like baby girl’s arrival on this earth was going to come much earlier than expected, and therefore, on my birthday… well I can’t say I was too rapt. And it wasn’t solely for selfishness sakes. I wanted her to have her own day. As much as sharing my birthday with family had been interesting and exciting to say the least, I wanted her to have her day, and her day alone.

Can I now say, how wrong I was?

Sharing a birthday, with not just anyone, but with my daughter – well it is the best thing ever. Double the fun. Double the excitement. Double the special times. Double the partying. Double the surprises.

Double the ♥

I had a beautiful day today, and sharing it with my baby girl was all the more special.

Here are some gratitude snapshots of the day:

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Morning brunch

 

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Her kindergarten cupcakes

 

Afternoon treat break with my girl (her first milkshake was THE FREAK)

 

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Dinner was comforting and sublime. Just perfect.

 

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And Hubbie got us both flowers… a gorgeous gesture that shows baby girl the loving actions a husband should do for his wife, but by getting her some too, he is setting her up for the love and respect that she will come to expect, in years to come.

Today, was all about sharing, and ♥♥♥

 

#909 The 16th Birthday

It was his 16th birthday tonight. But it’s not the usual ‘he’ that I am talking about. I am talking about another man in my life.

A young man.

A growing man.

A man who has made me, and who has made US proud to be able to call him family.

A man who we have watched since day 1, placed so sweet and cuddly into his parents arms… and then ours.

A man who when young, I used to carry.

A man I used to do sing-song with.

A man who used to tell me the names of all 40 + of his trains.

A man who has been growing up with a beautiful heart, genuine spirit, and kind-hearted soul.

A man who I can say, I have great D&Ms with.

A man who I share interests with.

A man who I have a lot of fun with.

A man who we continue to make memories with, because he is part of our family, our circle of closest, and always will be.

My nephew.

It was a wonderful night and party for this very special young man. Happy 16th Bro (as your uncle would say 😉 )

 

#907 For the love of Baking

I am quite pleased with myself. Pleased in that I don’t despair too much when faced with the task of cooking or baking, whether for myself or for others.

I don’t despair, because… I enjoy it. A LOT.

It is another avenue of my creativity coming forth. It requires thought, planning, precision… but just like the creative process, it also takes intuition, passion, and a healthy dose (perhaps a few tablespoons?) of spontaneity.

I’ve been baking a bit this week in the lead up to my nephew’s 16th birthday bash this weekend. And although I know I don’t mind cooking, the thought of making so much was initially, a bit of a worry in my mind.

How would I get it done?

Would it go as planned?

Would any hiccups occur along the way?

Amazingly, so far, none. Today was the last baking-fest, and each day that I had to prepare or tend to the oven, I’d put on a cd, turn it RIGHT UP, and begin the creative process in my kitchen.

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I have found real happiness and delight in making things with passion. With heartfelt intention. While singing out loud to Queen/Prince/Sia/Michael Jackson, other creative geniuses filling the rooms of our house with meaningful music.

I guess I’ve realised whole-heartedly, how important the act of baking is to me.

It brings people together. It carries on age-old cooking traditions and recipes.

It is magic, at your fingertips. Much like writing 😉

And it creates love and unity. Nothing is more rewarding that your Hubbie and daughter stealing baked goods that you’ve created for a party, knowing how happy it is making their tummies.

I do it, for the ♥

And that is how the magic comes in. You must do everything, out of ♥♥♥

#902 My heaven sent Angel

Today, while not feeling too happy, baby girl rested on the edge of the table, trying to get a peek at my face, downcast and heavy.

“Mama, what’s wrong?”

I sniffed. “Mama’s sad.”

“Why?”

I sighed. The sigh we adults make when we can’t explain. When it is too heavy for 4 year-old naïve and happy ears. When we want to explain, but can’t find the words.

“I’ll tell you about it one day. It’s ok honey.”

I continued my despondent stare, as she followed with “Ohhhhh.”

Then suddenly, she ran off.

She brought back her toy ukulele from her play area, stood right in front of me, and proceeded to play.

“Mama, me make you feel better.”

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Words can’t describe the rush of love, gratitude, passion and deep acknowledgment I felt when she said that and started playing her instrument. They were just strums on a toy, but it was the most sincere, heart-felt and beautiful music I have ever heard.

How could my heart not burst with joy? How could this loving action not override my sadness?

Then later, when I was on the couch still looking sullen, she went “I know I know!”

And she jumped in front of me, pulling funny faces at centimetre distance.

I couldn’t help it. I cracked up. My tears of sorrow turned into tears of laughter as she changed her faces to silly and crazy and funny again. I laughed again and again, marvelling at the beautiful and meaningful intention of baby girl to be so eager to see me smile again.

There are things I get down about. But today, being the recipient of my baby girl’s love and care, loyalty and devotion, well I felt so special. So important. I realised that although there are things getting to me, I was given an angel a long while ago, an angel to look after me and pick me up, make me smile and keep me going when times get tough…

And that angel is my beautiful baby girl. At only 4, she has more of a caring and sincere nature than many people my age. She is an extraordinary soul. And although there are things, like any human, that get me down…

I need not fear. I need not worry. I need not cry. Because my angel is there beside me, playing her ukulele and pulling funny faces ’til I get through… ♥♥♥♥

#899 Hello August my old friend

A new vibe today.

Waking up, August.

The mood had lifted. The sunshine was out in full force. Smiles were on. Decisions were made. Things progressed.

The skies, were BLUE.

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Ahh. Just like that. Leaving more of Winter behind us, with more good times, gorgeous rays, and happy memories before us.

And, BIRTHDAY month.

Just like that. A new day. A new month. A new mentality.

Bring it on.

And it even started with a ♥

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#890 The best Sisters day

I say the above confidently, and strongly, because although today was the absolute BEST, I know in my heart our share of BEST days will only get better and better as the times and the years roll on.

I am talking about times shared with my Sister.

Every time we do them, we always say they are long overdue. And they are – what with life and responsibilities, tasks and chores, Hubbies and kids, we always feel like finding time for ourselves, comes last.

But with the kids getting older, we are trying to become wiser.

By putting ourselves first. (Not always, or else the earth may tilt on its axis. No, we can only be selfish every once in a while 😉 ).

Because when we fill up our own energy and enthusiasm, zest for life and happiness restores, then we become better wives, mothers, friends, colleagues, and confidantes.

And who better to fill up your reserves with, than your Sister?

It started off with coffee, as all great days do…

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And then we headed over to Mornington Pier on what was a tremendously windy and cold July day, to ‘freshen up’ our senses and REALLY FEEL ALIVE, before indulging in a comforting and decadent lunch.

 

 

Those views. Just because you need some more…

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But it wasn’t the food or drink or dessert that made today amazing. Nor was it the savagely beautiful waves crashing against the pier, in amidst the stormy and temperamental ocean backdrop. No, it was simply, the company. Having someone to talk to, share your deepest secrets and desires and thoughts with, retelling happy occasions and past laughs, getting all deep and meaningful and just talking about all aspects of life… well that was the best part of the day. That was the soul nourishing bit. This is the type of stuff you live for. These are the connections you are meant to make.

These are the most important people in your life.

Which is why every day I spend with my sister, is the BEST day ever. ALWAYS ♥♥♥