The good thing about growing older is that there are always memories. And always some good ones amongst all the rest. Lately I’ve been reading my fb notifications, and some of them have been making me cringe. Especially the ones from 2014 when I was going ape-crazy over blog excitement. Nowadays I’ve toned down a bit. No longer publicizing to fb. And going ape-crazy.
This morning I saw some happy flashbacks. Four years ago today we were enjoying an idyllic Fijian island vacation. My children were 9 and 6 respectively.
We spent 8 full days eating, swimming, snorkeling, eating, sleeping, relaxing, eating, swimming. Full catering included.
A paradise. Heaven on earth!
Exploring the city – May 1998
One of my best friends arrived in Sydney from Johannesburg yesterday. They made the brave decision to leave friends, family and everything they know behind, and start somewhere new. It will be our ninth anniversary later this year. I think back on those first days, the up and downs, the mixed emotions, the craziness of learning to swim in a new pool. Everything so scary, and so exciting too. The best thing was the feeling of safety. To park my car and know with a fair amount of certainty that I will be able to return to it, and that it will still be where I parked it. Nine years on and I feel so very blessed, so thankful that doors opened for us when they did, and allowed us to create a life in a safe and peaceful land.
Australia is its own island, and has only been good to us.