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A few weeks ago, our daughter hosted her first-ever sleepover, welcoming a friend outside the parameters of the playground, beyond the clearly defined bounds of the school gate, and into our home.
Watching my kids relate to each other fascinates me. Especially our oldest two. This earliest of bonds, this self-contained social world. I know it won’t always stay like this, but I’ll miss their cosy, uninhibited companionship when E and W grow up.
This post is a little different to normal as today I’m joining in with Emily Freeman and her Let’s share what we learned in January spot. Read below for some things I have learnt this Summer Down-Under…
I used to think I liked surprises until one day I was out at night and there was a phone call. And in an instant everything changed. What I knew to be true before was true no more. It took maybe ten years for my mind and heart to catch up. For a while, phonecalls at unexpected times –like late at night –sent me spinning. If we’re honest, sometimes they still do.
Just one more Sunday… This coming Sunday is our family’s final Sunday at the church we have been a part of for five years.
Dear Friend, Old friend, new friend, true friend. If you are reading this, you know who you are. I want to write here now to say that I am so glad that our paths crossed when they did, all those many years ago, or only just recently.
A few weeks ago, our daughter hosted her first-ever sleepover, welcoming a friend outside the parameters of the playground, beyond the clearly defined bounds of the school gate, and into our home.
Watching my kids relate to each other fascinates me. Especially our oldest two. This earliest of bonds, this self-contained social world. I know it won’t always stay like this, but I’ll miss their cosy, uninhibited companionship when E and W grow up.
This post is a little different to normal as today I’m joining in with Emily Freeman and her Let’s share what we learned in January spot. Read below for some things I have learnt this Summer Down-Under…
I used to think I liked surprises until one day I was out at night and there was a phone call. And in an instant everything changed. What I knew to be true before was true no more. It took maybe ten years for my mind and heart to catch up. For a while, phonecalls at unexpected times –like late at night –sent me spinning. If we’re honest, sometimes they still do.
Just one more Sunday… This coming Sunday is our family’s final Sunday at the church we have been a part of for five years.
Dear Friend, Old friend, new friend, true friend. If you are reading this, you know who you are. I want to write here now to say that I am so glad that our paths crossed when they did, all those many years ago, or only just recently.
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