On maturing, living and learning

On maturing, living and learning

Last weekend I celebrated my 44th birthday. When I was a child I thought 40 was old. I was willing to die at age 56 dunno. Why 56? I guess in my little head that age seemed ancient. Now I’m half through my 40’s I know there is so much more I need to do and want to do....
Testing her wings

Testing her wings

When my little pink bundle came home with me on 6th December 2012, I was in shock. She was so tiny! She looked smaller than her brother but somehow weighed almost as much as him when he was born. I’d finally made peace with my stay-at-home-mum role but having...