Me mostly, this week...

{I cannot be bothering with the photo app right now, which frequently doesn't work on Blogger at the moment}...

So here is my last few days in words only.

I think I've been relying too much on photos lately, instead of telling you what really, is on my heart.

Tara.  My tiny daughter, princess, chicken-monkey, pirate, ballerina, possum, angel turned four on Sunday.  We had gigged the night before, so it was trying to exhume my head from the pillow in the early hours of Sunday morn, but it was wonderful to giver her gifts and cuddle her for extra long moments, to make her pancakes, put her in her special favourite dress, take her out to lunch, bring her home and bake a cake which was shared at supper time with all of the family after reading the bible together, and before playing music and dancing long into the dark cold night.

Monday I was back to work(ing for myself) - work for me is early mornings, work from home - taking care of four babes, making sure the children let the chickens out of the pen feed and tend to the pony, while I do endless loads of washing and always manage to be falling behind in an organised chaos framed with love and laughter.

Over to my little apartment in the city at morning tea time, which is about thirty years old and in need of loving by way of new plantings in the garden, and a fresh paint job in the bedrooms and lounge.  I paint with my sisters-in-law (who volunteer to help me because they're sweet) and we put on the iPod and intricately discuss the music that's playing while we swing our brushes and rollers.  Much giggling, followed by meaningful discussions go on...  And we break at lunch for some of my homemade pumpkin soup which is consumed outside in the warmth of midday winter sun.

Wednesday is special.  Campbell, my second child turned ten.  10.  Ten years old!  And we spent the day celebrating him.  Tea at our favourite tea house in town, home to bake cakes(s), prepare a huge dinner of his favourite things, then all of our extended family over for supper to sing and cut the cake, drink more tea and look at photos of him when he was a wee one.  We marvel over his green green eyes, his gifts, his ways and how much we love him until late into the night.  And much later, when everyone is asleep, I have a little cry to myself that in a sense - much of his childhood is over - and that one day he will be grown - I'm not sure I am even old enough for thoughts like that as yet.

So it has been a special week in so many ways, and in so many ways it has been an awfully typical week - trying to make our days and our nights always that little bit special!

This is me mostly, this week without pictures but with all of my heart and with what energy there is left after such busy days and nights to express it.  I hope your weekend is blessed, is special and is coming up in a blog post by you, real soon.

In love,

Shell xx