Happiness is...

Happiness is sitting around a bonfire at night with friends, and fresh spring rolls, and spilled wine, and funny stories, and a walk back home in the dark.

Simply grateful

I was grateful for this place, these people. I tried not to think too much of how different our life will be once we won't have them as neighbours anymore.

Perfect Sunday night

There were baby birds trying on their new voices, perfect black bean burgers and sweet potatoe fries eaten in paradise, bare feet and bug bites. And lingering over dinner talking about bus living and house building. The perfect Sunday night.

The making of memories

She was so nervous before the concert. In the dark hall, she came and put her head on her dad's shoulder and sobbed. He chose the perfect words. I knew that this was a memory she would someday pull out and share.

He's back

We’re so glad he’s back. It never feels quite right without him here.

Growing up

Ten years old and she's already borrowing my t-shirts and socks. When did all that growing up happened?

A day in real time

A day of creating. Leftovers for dinner. Bits of threads and felt all over the kitchen and living room.
A few glue gun burns. A walk at sunset with a friend. A bonfire.
The day felt as though it played in real time instead of fast forward. 
I like that.