First day of the Easter Holidays today, which means I get to spend two weeks with this little dude. :)
When the phone rang lately, I said "Dylaaaaan, phone for youuuu" and he answered the phone like this:
"Hello? Is this someone from Star Wars"?
I LOVE that when you are six and three quarters, there is every possibility that someone from Star Wars will ring you. X
Feeding carrots to some deer we happen to know + a lovely picnic + sunshine + football with the kiddos + A delicious roast dinner + great friends + hide and seek + Den-building + Ice cream + A visit from my big brother = A Wonderful Sunday.
This person, rocking a daisy-chain crown in the garden, is my gorgeous Mum.
My Mum is a legend. A legend who HATES having her photograph taken, but definitely a legend.
When I grow up, This is what I'd like to be.
So here's to you Maman. For being everything you are. X
(P.S While I was tippity tapping on my keyboard, this advert came on, and is everything I was trying to say. I LOVE it.)
This house holds in it, two gorgeous, funny, spirited, little bundles of energy, and one Beautiful, friendly, witty, and bloomin' hilaarious, Hairy Man.
My little Family. My world. My life.
If you were to come in, you would see old records on the wall... a battered guitar that none of us can actually play, and photographs in jam jars. You would see Kings of Leon tickets stuck to the fridge, next to alphabet magnets, and a whole wall full of childrens paintings. You would see broad beans growing in pots on the windowsill that the boys planted at school. You would see lots of things where they shouldn't be.
You would probably find lots of small people. You would definately see, what I lovingly refer to as... 'happy' mess. The washing up probably wont have been done. I probably look a mess...There WILL be some dust bunnies if you look carefully. (I like to think you'd have to look carefully!..)
This is Home.
Full of love, and laughter and noise, and mess.
And theres nowhere I'd rather be.
Here, Nestled in the middle of a concrete four storey car park in Watford, is one of my oldest and best-est friends Shell.
She's bloody brilliant.
She's been right there with me for pretty much every monumental event since I was 13 years old. We went to high school together, We had our first tentative attempt at smoking together (behind a cinema in Harrow) We had our first tattoos together, We've laughed, we've cried, we've shopped, and she was bridesmaid at my wedding last year.
Shell has got to be, the most positive person in the world, She cracks me up, and is just one of those people that everyone loves.
She also makes me watch films that scare the very bejesus right out of me, but manages to contain her embarrassment when I smuggle a blanket into the cinema in my bag to hide behind.
Late night shopping tonight with this lady tonight. We tested out funky chairs (her), bought too many random accessories (me), and had an evening of loveliness.
