Rediscovered the picture I took of a plaque on a bench in Central Park in December. Love this:)
There is so much that I want to tell this little bundle of joy. So many things I’d like to share with him…memories and information and I wish i could hold him and tell him how precious he is. But rather than bore you all with my aunty ramblings I’ve decided to rather just post a whole bunch of pictures I’ve received from the other side of the big waters. Prepare for cuteness overload as I share my heart melt moments:)
Happy 86th birthday!
As I sit here writing this wee little blog post I can’t help but shed a tear, give a little sob and just cry. My heart is just so full when I think of you and all that you are and what you have overcome that I don’t even know where to begin. Less than two months ago we were all convinced you wouldn’t ever come out of the hospital, let alone walk around the house with only a walker as aid. You’re a little miracle all on your own:)
You’ve overcome so much in your 86 years…fighting and surviving aggressive breast cancer, the loss of the love of your life, the death of a son, a hip replacement and heart failure to name but a few. And yet here you are…a fighter, a survivor, a never-ending source of wisdom and love and teases and hugs and one of my closest friends.
There is so much I can write here to say what an amazing person you are and how much you mean to me and truth be told I’ve written and deleted this post about a million times…because no matter how I try the words just don’t come out right and they sound hollow and don’t do justice to you.
So instead I will offer you just this. Thank you for being such an amazing grandmother, mother, sister, child and friend. Thank you for loving us so much that it feels like our hearts will explode. Thank you for teaching me how to make traditional ginger beer and how to bake bread. Thank you for being the perfect example of child like faith in the midst of darkness. Thank you for being a fighter and for showing me where I got that pig-headed tendency from:P Thank you for believing in miracles and sharing them with us. Thank you for believing in us. But most of all thank you for the role you played in my life.
With more love than I could ever explain
Today marks the 35th celebration of the day that you got married. 35 YEARS!!! I consider this to be an exceptional feat in the times we live in. Our world is filled with broken families who couldn’t survive the challenges that being married to one person for the rest of your life brings, and yet here you stand, 35 years later, still in love, still discovering each other, still enjoying each other and still working towards making your union even more perfect.
I look around at the families of friends, colleagues and family and I realise that I am in an a very blessed position. Very few of the people I know were able to dodge the bullet of a broken home. Not only are my parents still married, but they are happily married, which is certainly something to celebrate.
Thank you so much for the beautiful example that you have set for my brother and I. Thank you for putting me in a position where I can believe in a fairy tale marriage and know that I too can have that. Thank you for loving each other so much that you faced whatever hard times there might have been and grew into the future together. I look at the two of you and I smile. How rare is it that 35 years on you are still holding hands when you walk, delivering little kisses randomly, become completely miserable when you are away from each other for longer than a day and consider each other your best friend.
So here’s a toast to the two of you. Congratulations on accomplishing something this amazing, and may there be many, many many more of these. Happy 35th anniversary.
Your loving and devoted daughter
One of my favourites! I took this picture when we were at the Victory Falls. It was just so adorable, the two of them walking side by side under the umbrella on this little path, completely unaware of the rest of the world