Three years ago, three long years, our best friends moved to Adelaide. Today, for the first time in three years, I got to hang out with my bestie. If you have a bestie, I guess you’ll know what that feels like. Three years might have passed but I guess there is no accounting for kindred spirits and it was easy to fall back into familiarity. Only 11 hours later and I don’t think I got to spend enough time with her.
In the time we haven’t been hanging out she went and got herself some serious photographic skill & talent and took this beautiful photo of Florin and I (actually, that’s a lie, she’s been taking photos I love of my sons and I since 2010). She has a facebook page and I was thinking it would be so super nice if any of you like looking at beautiful photos to go hit ‘like’ on it, I’d be so grateful.
p.s If you’re in Adelaide and want pictures, she’s your girl.
These last few months living away from your papa while he works in Brisbane have been hard on all of us, 5 days in Brisbane 2 days at home. What was meant to end in January has a dragged on a little longer.
I am worn out (cue the violin) and so when Sunday afternoon rolls around we only manage to make it to the platform seconds before the train pulls in and all the children look like little ragamuffins and I am relieved. Relieved that my love is back with me and that someone else will be there, even just for the next 48 hours. So that when a unison of “I am hungrrrrrry” pipes up I can hide in the bathroom and know someone else has got me covered. We miss him, oh we miss him. Perhaps all the hard things about parenting solo for most of the week are cancelled out by the appreciation that grows in Errol’s place. Appreciation for my Errol who has worked happily without a single complaint for the last few months, missing us, missing so much of Florin’s newness. Who comes home to the house looking like a bomb hit it and stays up till 4 am cleaning messes he didn’t make. Who listens to me moan about how hard it is without him and is always patient, never one reminding me how hard it is on him too. Absence does indeed make the heart grow fonder and so when we finally see him step off the train my heart is equally happy as the squealing children.
Things aren’t always easy between us, I’d be lying to say that there haven’t been times the idea of smothering one another with a pillow hasn’t crossed minds but oh, god, this guy. Your papa Florin, he’s something else and we are the luckiest for having him.