The Calm Before The Storm

With nothing but the luck of the heavens, it was another perfect day for a beach outing. Back to our sandy sanctuary, our place of reflection and intense enjoyment, to fill up our life-cup.




My beach family had expanded exponentially on this occasion- my brother and sister joined Kaleb and I for our usual fun in the sun with one delicious addition; a traditional beach meal- chips with sauce. We each rejoiced in the simple pleasure while fending off a few dozen squawking seagulls; the scourge of the seashore. Thoroughly unimpressed with our disdain for the winged-fiends, Kaleb particularly delighted in tossing food to the ever-growing throng, my sister experiencing a near-miss as one particularly brave bird launched a spontaneous attack, snatching food from her very fingertips.

As nail-biting an event as we'd ever had, it wasn't long before we were able to settle back into the comforting rhythm of basking in the sun while watching the children play by the water. Kaleb especially enjoyed this visit as he was accompanied to the water's edge by my brother. A gentle giant, protecting and encouraging Kaleb to explore the delights of his surroundings.









Then came the storm clouds. Two solid days. Angry winds bending trees to their will, pelting rain, penetrating damp that chills to the bone.





My little and I stayed, protected, safe under our roof for these 2 days, and with no choice but to stay indoors we set to baking. Chocolate-chip cookies and berry muffins. Heavenly.







We've watched movies together, read books, cuddled, snuggled and reacquainted ourselves with each other, strengthening our bond. I still marvel at my littles smell, so strongly reminding me of his newborn perfume, and I breathe in deeply to entwine that scent with every fibre of my being... I love to drink him in, and he with me. That magical mama-son connection, defying logic and reason.











It's a constant source of amazement, just how can I have room in my heart for all this love? A quote from a much beloved movie explains it perfectly.

I think sometimes we love people so much that we have to be numb to it. Because if we actually felt how much we really love them it would kill us. That doesn't make you a bad person. It just means your hearts too big
- Riding in Cars with Boys (2001)


So it's with a big heart, full of overwhelming love that I tucked my little under our covers tonight, stroked his cheek, kissed his forehead and whispered "you're my special little baby. I love you".