#1089 Rebirth of an orchid

I entered the laundry today.

Within moments – “Oh!”

Shocked. Startled. Amazed beyond belief.

I was moved even.

It was about the Phalaenopsis plant. Rather, to you and me and most Tom, Dick and Nancy’s, the orchid. MY orchid. The plant that had been gifted to us when baby girl was born, the plant I had kept alive… until recently.

Until the move.

I am honestly not sure if it has bloomed since we moved house. Last summer, despite it being next to a window, I don’t recall seeing it blossom once, NOT ONCE… it soon moved to a less prominent position, but still by a window, and still facing the same side of the house as it was before… only it was in a different room. The laundry.

I was hopeful for so long. This plant held ties with baby girl’s arrival. Sure, it’s miraculous to keep these things growing beyond a few years. Plants die, ndoor potted ones more so… I get it.

But this one I COULD NOT LET GO OF.

I watered it. Gave it food. Trimmed some dead leaves and branches from it. With no change and the soil becoming more like sand than dirt, I started to contemplate throwing it away.

Again… I just couldn’t. I left it there in the laundry, facing the window, with dust settling on the leaves… thinking one day, I would do something with it.

I just didn’t know what.

So to walk in today and find this…

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What? My orchid was alive? Reborn from brittle soil when I least expected it, its seed lying dormant for the longest time, waiting, just waiting, for the right combination of circumstances to spring forth…

I honestly, clapped with glee. Got teary. I am so glad I didn’t give up.

You all know what this means. I may not throw out a plant now, NEVER EVER EVER.

Because you never know if a seed of hope is lying around somewhere, just waiting.

Waiting…

#1076 The (ice cream) shop before school starts

I wasn’t only preoccupied with thoughts of navy navy navy.

Navy polo shirts.

Navy hair ties.

Navy socks.

Freaking navy skorts.

I had something else on my mind as we bought a whole lot of stuff for baby girl’s imminent primary school start next week.

I was thinking, ‘this is it.’

The shopping outings during the week, hand in hand.

Baby girl encouraging me to ‘buy that dress’ (I love this girl ♥ )

Deciding whether it is rice, or a happy meal that day?

Coffee breaks.

Talking about just “one more really small toy” that she would like to get.

And, cold and soothing ice cream breaks.

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I told her I had a surprise for her as I took her to Twisted Sista. She screamed out loud, no hesitation as she saw the extravagantly twisted ice creams with lavish and brightly coloured toppings through the glass display.

I love how she was sooo excited. Her happiness completely unrestrained.

Baby girl, take your time growing up. There is plenty of time for everything.

I am happy for her to act so childlike, because she is after all, a child. My child, growing up, and heading off into school in 5 days time.

I savoured the moment as we sat at the table, slurping our ice creams, and saying “it’s good.”

It was good in every way. ♥

 

#1044 Christmas Eve at the Beach

Well. What an iconic way to spend Christmas Eve in Australia.

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Even so, it wouldn’t have happened in our old house. Back then we would have had to plan and organise a time and day where we were all free, packed up about 7 bags, a fridge, a heap of beach toys and tents and chairs, because you know, pack the kitchen sink and all when you’re already making such a drive… and that would have happened, oh, maybe 3 times in one Summer, if we were lucky to manoeuvre our schedules that way.

But today.

Today, on the eve of the busiest and fullest of family days of the year, I headed on down to one of our fave local beaches with baby girl.

I was applying sunscreen on me and her as I heard my phone notify me of a message.

It was after 2:30pm.

It was Hubbie. He was home early from work!

Damn it! We had just missed each other, I mean, he could have come with…

Wait a second.

I called him.

“Come on down!”

His easy response – “I will.”

:):):)

I left it as a surprise, preferring to see baby girl’s startled face at the sight of him, than to ruin it earlier and tell her he was coming.

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It was beautiful. ♥

Everything was beautiful. There weren’t too many people around, and yet already my radar is fine-tuned to spot tourists! The water was sublime, that perfect stroll-right-in temperature.

There was a slight breeze taking the edge off of the beating sun.

And it was Christmas Eve!

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(That’s me waving from the water in the distance over there)

It still amazes me that two years on from our move, only now we are getting more of a chance to do the things we so wanted to do frequently, when we first Sea Changed.

It was the best way to head into the holiday season, and head into Christmas.

Merry Christmas Eve all 🙂

 

 

#894 July 27th opens windows

Today.

Friday.

It is 2:40pm.

I am on the other side of town, driving my car after having had its regular service, back to my parents house.

I have a jacket on… but it is warm. There is no heater on.

In fact, the window is open.

WHAT?!?!

I can’t remember if the mechanic left it open after finishing with it, or whether I in fact did it. But all I can tell you, in that warm car on today the last Friday of July, the open window was INVITING. I can even add, that the sun was on my face as I jumped onto the freeway, and I wondered –

“could I get sunburnt?”

Get out of town! it is July 27 folks, this is insanity!

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Can you see the suns rays just BURSTING down through the open window. You can just feel the warmth.

I know I am creating a yearly theme here. But seriously, this time around I am 4 days early. So 2018 wins.

I felt it. I feel it. Spring. It is a-coming.

Shucks you under-achiever July… you may have me reformed on your Winter-y reputation, just yet…

#879 Wiggly World Cup

The Wiggly tradition continued today.

Us BIG kids (sis and I), took the little kids along the beachside for yet another mid-year intimate (1500 kind of ‘intimate’) Wiggles Show. It was amazing as usual, and every time I see this group I just love them more and more.

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The karma they are getting from making so many children and their parents happy… that power will be able to bring peace on earth in the near future.

It is, truly something special.

And although there were new memories made, like baby girl handing her bouquet of flowers to Lachy, and my nephew getting his own special signed card from all of the Wiggles themselves… something else is at the forefront of my mind, a small moment, that is actually a pretty BIG moment, that nonetheless has me feeling super grateful and happy.

It also, like the Wiggles shows we attend so reliably, has to do with tradition, family, and love… but this moment can perhaps only happen every 4 years, and even then it is not guaranteed.

This lack of opportunity and the fact of pure chance, is what trumps the other moments of the day.

I am of course, talking about the World Cup 🙂

I was awake early this morning for yet another nail biter, though I didn’t anticipate it was going to turn out that way. Croatia were playing against England, and they were down 1-0.

From the way they were playing, I honestly didn’t have high hopes. I was feeling under the weather, super tired, and was questioning if I should have a TV in the bedroom rather than only the lounge room, just so I could fall asleep easier after the fact… when Croatia suddenly levelled when they scored a goal.

Immediately, things changed. Fast forward to extra time, and they scored yet another goal, bringing them in front of England.

I lost my mind.

Goals are hard to come by in soccer. I jumped up on the couch, throwing the cushion around, whispering “yes yes yes!” in a high-pitched tone. Hubbie had just joined me for his breakfast before heading off to work, and looked incredulously between my out-of-control display, to the TV, his luck at having walked in on exactly the right moment to see the winning goal.

There were 11 minutes to go. It wasn’t over. But like I said, goals are hard to come by in soccer.

As we sat there, Hubbie and I, staring at the screen in stupefied shock and all of my World Cup dreams realising before me, we heard some movement behind a door.

We stared at the closed door off towards the bedroom side of the house, and then saw as the handle slowly turned, and baby girl stick her head out from behind it.

She had found us. My celebration as quiet as I had tried to be, had woken her. It was super-early for her to be up, but there was no chance in hell I was going to put her back to bed when there was history-making soccer to be watched.

So in true responsible parenting-style… she stayed up with me.

I rugged her up with throws and blankets, she stared at Hubbie at I in a kind of shock at us sitting on the couch and reacting to TV as strongly as we were, so early in the morning… and then as I explained to her that Croatia were winning, and what was going on, and that Mummy didn’t always get up at crazy hours to jump on the couch over a ball on the TV… she relaxed a little, started mucking about a bit more, and took it all in.

And it was then, that I realised.

She is almost 5. This will surely be her first World Cup Soccer memory. Walking in to find Mum and Dad excited and Mum losing her shit on the couch, over one of the countries she resides from.

And that there. What a beautiful memory. And it means so much to me now, as I know what it will mean to her in the future. Because I’ve had those same memories, and I continue to.

As I’ve said it before… the outcome really doesn’t matter… because it’s the memories that WIN over everything ♥♥♥

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Photo by Davor Denkovski on Unsplash

#802 Parcels of boy/joy

I placed the order at least a month ago. Not long ago I got 1 out of the 2 parcels I was expecting, and then I proceeded to wait… and wait… and wait…

I started to worry the second package had gotten lost in the mail, so I went through my junk mail folder to find a confirmation email from the supplier that had a tracking code for my parcel.

I would click on it every day, and watch the status update:

Arrived and processed in NSW Australia Post

Arrived and processed in Sunshine Australia Post…

I watched and waited, eagerly waiting for the next heading underneath to light up.

Today it did.

Your order will be delivered today!

So, when I saw a Fast Track van come to a stop near our house after I had picked up baby girl from kinder today, I wasted no time.

I mean, we had waited a month for this. Hubbie was home for lunch too, and there was no way I was letting him miss out. This, would be GOLD. I ran off to a closet where I had stashed the first, unopened parcel, and then ran into baby girl’s play area to find two of her dolls – Anna from Frozen and Rapunzel from Tangled.

Because you see, I wasn’t excited about a parcel or special something I had ordered for myself… even something for Hubbie… but the object of my wild anticipation at crazy happiness was for our little girl. A little girl, who would no doubt have a big reaction at what she didn’t know was coming.

Because two of our girl’s favourite dolls, were getting BOYFRIENDS today.

Baby girl had expressed sadness some time ago that in playing with her dolls, she couldn’t marry off Rapunzel and Anna to their on-screen movie beaus – that being Eugene and Kristoff. Although what she calls them are the girls ‘best friends’ – aww, so perfectly fitting when you think about it. There were none to be found in any toy shops we visited, and I knew there and then that they would undoubtedly be found online, but of course, for a $.

I found them for a somewhat ‘ok’ price. And all of this time, feigning that I didn’t know how to find them, that we had to keep looking, pretending it wouldn’t happen, I was secretly brimming with helpless excitement, at the thought of baby girl LOSING HER FREAKING MIND.

And she did. I brought over her dolls and told her they wanted to look in the boxes – the presents were for them, NOT for baby girl. Baby girl protested, even though she was clueless to the contents “yes it is for me!”

“Are you sure?” I asked cheekily as I slit the tape from the boxes to make it easier for her to open.

OH THE SCREAMS! The high-pitch! Her high voice already makes me deaf, and today I was made more so. Watching her losing it over dolls she wasn’t expecting AT ALL, especially today, was such a joy to witness, I laughed out loud during it all. SO WORTH IT.

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You can be sure we spent most of the day following the delivery playing with her dolls… and after all of her earlier fanfare, she tells me now that Eugene and Kristoff DON’T want to marry their girls.

Ha. Typical boys.

 

 

#785 The fam bam catch-up

Just recently I was reminiscing about the days when my parents would just up and – SURPRISE! At my front door they would be, with baby girl squealing about their blue car through the window.

A surprise visit is easy when you live 7 minutes away. Not so when it suddenly extends to 1 hour and 20 minutes.

So those memories, are a bit long gone. Sadly for me.

But then wait! Apparently, the surprise visit is back! Ok well not with a full-on, unexpected SURPRISE! at the front door… today’s one came with an 8:30am sms forewarning, and then several hours later they arrived at my door with even more visitors, my sister and nephew in tow…

But like I said, things have changed. 1 hour 20 minutes changed.

And that is what I am grateful for today. Sometimes with a change such as a Sea Change move like ours, it takes a long while to fall back into some kind of normalcy, some kind of routine, something I will always argue we ALL need for the sake of getting our shit together.

And then when things settle…

the SURPRISE!s come back.

And I expect a lot more of them too now. ;););)

Life is fluid, it’s in a state of constant progress, always changing… but if you’re lucky enough, sometimes you can hold onto what you had before, in some form, during its transition…