Thursday, November 23, 2017

January 2017

• Those first six days we waited. Oh how we waited. Thankfully on the evening of the sixth day my labour commenced. Grandma Ann and Grandad Kevin were here waiting with us too.

• On January the seventh, in the very early hours our little boy arrived. We were (are of course still are) delighted. Mae became a big sister.

• The rest of the month was spent adjusted to being a family of four. Family and friends were introduced to Fox. A tiring, and newborn blur.

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Playing catch ups.

I have avoided writing here as I have so much to catch up on and 2018 is right around the corner. With the weeks going so quicky it seems like getting up to date with 2017 is near impossible.

So I am going to attempt a bit of a month by month summary before the year is out.  A few photos accompanied by a sprinkling of words to document those precious memories.

A toddler and a baby have left me with little inclination or time to prioritise time here on the blog but oh how my fingertips are itching to type my thoughts here again.  With a little luck and motivation I might even get Mae's birthday post done too.

So bear with me and get set for 2017 spam.

Friday, September 15, 2017

Travels Home, part two (October 2016)

The latter part of our trip home and the reason we all gathered together was to release Mum's ashes into the sea. 

It took a while for each of us to be ready for this but we had always known that her beloved ocean was the right place. 

Mum loved the seaside; on warm summer days and in wild winter storms. She found peace and joy in the waves. Her eyes would sparkle while she searched for shells. When she caught a wave whilst bodyboarding her face would glow with pure elation. This is how I remember her most intensely; with a huge grin and paddling madly. 

It was a blustery October morning when our family huddled together on Brighton Beach, Otago. We clambered over a few rocks to a secluded spot and waited for the low tide to turn. 

We each added little notes to a blue vessel designed for releasing ashes into water. Secret and private goodbyes; last whispers of love to Karen. 

We added tiny pansy blossoms to the lapping water where they danced before scattering on the shore. The breeze stole away the notes of songs that had played in our home a million times before. 

My sister read out this beautiful quote before Dad and Casey scrambled to the end of a rocky outcrop to release vessel to the embrace of the vast ocean. 

Alone I will not be
My comfort will come from the sea. 
The stillness of the calm waves will drift by
I will be as one with the sea.
When the sun sets on the ocean blue,
Remember be me as I will always remember you. 
As the sun rises...go live life as full as can be. and me...but at peace as I am free.