texted Adam with messages like, I’m losing the will to live. And, still? New Zealand is a fairy land. Years pass like days. And this gypsy autumn weather has cast a spell on me.
The past few weeks have been full of (dare I write this)...happiness, the days melting into each other. Five has been charming me, and I've been savouring these last weeks of his baby self.
Yes, it's bittersweet. This may be the last time echoes in the corners of my mind. The last time he lisps, or the last time he wraps his arms around my neck, or the last time he demands my attention, so he can give me a two-hour monologue about his super powers.
I am still the centre of Five’s world, but my time is (rightfully) passing. Soon the influences of school and his mates will change him into a different (and equally wonderful) little person.
But, until then? After crisp mornings, these delicious, nearly hot days. I want to gather them up like brightly colored eggs, and stuff them in my basket.
Fertility symbols in autumn. It doesn't need to make sense.
Going for a wander under pale blue skies.
Civic Square, Wellington
A visit to the museum.
A giant leap for science at Te Papa.
By a calm sea. Putting on his wetsuit and going for a swim, or just lying in the warm sand on the beach.
Looking towards Kapiti Island.
And riding the miniature trains in the Marine Gardens.
Funny old men drive the trains at the Marine Gardens.
Watching cartoons and movies together.
A hearty new menu of soups and roasts, and pumpkin and potato, and apples and pears, cakes and crumbles, and soon feijoas.
It's like a book I don't want to finish. My life is beautiful. I am blessed, and I am grateful.
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