It is school holidays at the moment. The biggest boy is with his Dad, Husbo has been busy at work, and so the littles and I have been just enjoying where we live.
We have been revelling in the winter sun. Spending the glorious sunny mornings wandering between the beach and the playgrounds, and the river in between. By lunchtime we have enjoyed sushi together most days (at 2.5 year olds insistence), then a last play at the 'red playground' before heading home for a story and a nap.
I had my Aunt visit the other day and was gleefully singing the praises of this paradise we are lucky to call home, as we looked over the turquoise river and noticed angel fish swimming amongst the rocks. She made a comment that it was a special thing that I had such an appreciation of what I have everyday access to. I was surprised, because I thought it would be impossible not to recognise the incredible beauty around us - and expressed as much, likening it to my feeling of fresh love and wonder that my children invoke in me every day.
But this weekend I had a physical reminder that it is possible to miss such beauty. That sometimes people get too caught up in their own fears, insecurities and perceptions to see the wonders of mother earth that they are experiencing right there in that moment.
It is their loss I guess. No one can take away from me the daily gratitude I feel for where we live.
