Two of cups



Today after a very very early start... we were up and out of the house by 7am for a 8am apt at the hospital (all is well don't worry)... we ended up in Gracia at 10 having breakfast. I tell you, finding a non smoking bar to have breakfast in was quite a challenge... I found it hard to believe that they had no terraces open yet... It's a whole new world when you're up and out at that time of the morning!

After returning home and passing out for a 20min powernap/simultanious baby feeding session I jetted out to meet the girls for lunch. It was really nice to spend some time out of the hosue without the baby attached to my breast and a small dog on my lap! While we were walking home we walked down this narrow street in the gothic quarter and scattered on the floor were a deck of tarrot cards. We each picked one up that was lying face down. Mine was the two of cups. Apparently it's a very positive relationship card which symbolizes a pending marriage or something of the sort... too cute! Then I read futher down the page and saw that if the card was upsidown that is meant the total opposite... Luckily I don't remember which side up it was... perhaps that's my fortune! Either that or it was the cards mocking me and simply pointing out my two over flowing cups...

89 fabulous years!

My grandfather is celebrating is 89th birthday today. Quite amazing to think all the changes in this world that he has seen and experienced during his lifetime... He was born in 1919 so he's seen wars, depressions, social repression, social liberation as well as immesurable technological advancements. he's got an ever expanding brood of offspring which is soon to reach the magic number of 18 (including children, grand children and great grand children). I am so indeed fortunate to have had a grandfather around for my entire lifetime thus far. He's taught me so many things from how to play tennis, golf, badmonton... to his wickedly dry sense of humour... I know a sprinkling of stories from him from his long past and although his memory is still 100% in tact he is never terribly keen to reminice or drudge up too many stories about the war or about him moving from Scotland to Guyana and then eventually along to Canada. Its a shame really as he must have so many amazing stories tucked away... however I guess when you really think about it, living in the now is probably a great sense of lightness for him as pulling up stories from such a long past could possibly become a bit of a chore emotionally... Who knows, perhaps I'm reading too much into it, but the real important thing is that because of him, my family as I know it exists, and that is pretty fantastic.


Cheers to you my lovely grandpa!

It's bitter sweet

It's 6 years to this date that my father passed away. It's amazing that after all these years I still feel that he will come back some day. I guess it's just one of the ways people grieve. I look for signs of him in Sienna's litte smiles that she's started making and any other glimmer of his reflection through her... It's all a bit soon for that I suppose.

Some days I miss him so much as we are doing something or going somewhere where he would have love to have come. It must be so especially hard for mum but she is not one to talk about such things... that's just the way it is with her and fair be it as it's her way of grieving...

Well the sun is out here and I hope to enjoy this day in his honour.

Daddy we miss you!