It has been sunny. And it has been rainy.
I got upset with my mum, when I should’ve been filled with gratitude.
I read to the boys. Something I hadn’t done for a while.
Inspired by Maxabella’s post, I packed a special afternoon tea for them. And was stoked to see how much they enjoyed it.
On a whim, we ventured out for a family dinner at our local hotel bistro. Angus and Pete ate all their meatballs, and afterwards, the five of us shared a bowl of vanilla ice-cream. It went quickly.
Back at home, I drank the soup my mum had made for me. I felt all the more loved and all the more ashamed of my burst of impatience.
With the boys in bed, Rick and I sat side by side on the couch. And talked. No television. No iPhones. No computers.
I am writing this post using pen and paper, whilst lying on the floor of our family room. I can’t remember the last time I did this.
Tonight, I am thankful for the ones I love, and the ones who love me.
(Linking up with Maxabella.)