Instead I'll share a stream of consciousness that starts with the end of September bringing more than simply the close of another month on the calendar. I celebrated my 29th birthday on the 29th with a degree of enjoyment I can't even begin to describe. And continuing in the exultation of all things uniquely 'Stace', unlike the majority of people I know there were no qualms honouring the passing of another year- to me it's simply a number and whether it was my 29th or 39th birthday I'd feel the same. Life is meant to be lived, not spent consumed by something as arbitrary as how many candles are on the cake this year.
My birthday morning began with my typical wake-up call from my little... not-so-gentle nudges and the statement that 'sun's awake Mummy! Time to get up'. Happily, on this auspicious occasion, it was also accompanied by a flurry of kisses and an excited 'Happy Birthday!'.
Then it was up to me to take care of breakfast. Which I don't mind, because I got to make my favourite- pancakes *yum*
Someone REALLY likes my pancakes!
My loved ones proved once again that they know me inside-out and back-to-front if their gift selections were anything to go by, but what I really want to share (with all the excitement of a child on their first Christmas morning) are snapshots of souvenirs that relatives sent my little from their recent trip- I'm completely and utterly in awe of them! The vibrant colours and patterns, the musky aroma and the other-worldliness of the gifts slays me, absolutely. If I imagine hard enough, I can see myself in the dusty marketplace where the locals gather to sell their wares, feel the hot sun on my face, even taste the humidity in the air... this is how powerful the magic is.
I'm still hoping that the neighbours can forgive me for the shriek that this bird makes.
The end of the year is looming, and with it marks the end of littles 'preschooler' road. His next steps will be taken in school sneakers and so, in an effort to squeeze every last drop of life from the childhood tree, I fill our spare moments with mother-son activities planned to leave an indelible mark of Mama on his heart. Our latest project began with the simple premise of chalk, a clean cement patio and some gentle encouragement... it ended with a gloriously decorated backyard canvas to rival Jackson Pollock.
And what better way to end my post than with some of the recent sand through our family's hourglass
Like sands through the hourglass, so... are the Days of My Life ;)
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Happy B Day!!
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