I squeezed my boys extra tight last night, it's so hard to remember good in a world that feels quite evil and twisted right now. We all say our goodbyes in a morning, safe in the knowledge we'll all reunite together around teatime, but that knowledge doesn't seem too safe anymore. Parents waved their children off to have the time of their lives, a euphoric, electric atmosphere to be experienced and yet some of those families are left with the most unimaginable pain. My hearts with them today.
I'm a little in love with this quote. Since I have been back at work I've never felt silly putting myself to be at 9pm, there are some tremendous feelings in this world and one of them is the morning after a good nights rest.
I couldn't believe it when I saw each and every flavour of this good stuff on holiday, though, turns out it isn't that good anymore. I can't quite work out if it always tasted a little crappy or they've changed the ingredients - either way, Noah did not turn orange 🍊
Patrick had his first feel of sand between his toes last week, and shockingly he wasn't trying to eat it? He was however trying to dash onto the scalding hot sand from beneath the shade and dive onto his brothers carefully built sandcastles. It's safe to say we didn't last very long on the beach, I'm more of a pool mom. 🐬