Life, Love and the Everyday

LIFE On Tuesday night I felt the turning point. After thirteen years I walked into a dance studio for a ballet and jazz class. Walking into that room with a small group of women that were at varying stages of performing wasn't intimidating as it was back when I was a kid. I did feel a bit self-conscious about being barefoot and in dire need of pedicure but once my body got into the rhythm of pirouettes and leaping (as gracefully as possible) across the wooden floor, I didn't even think about it. And as I was getting my 'tude on in jazz class, I realised how much I missed it all. Next Tuesday night I'll be enrolling for the term - I'm so excited about buying my ballet and jazz shoes! LOVE A. and I celebrated our five year anniversary last Tuesday night at our local watering hole - I paid for our dinner and he paid for our drinks. It was pretty low key because the week before he had surprised me with a dinner on the Kookaburra Queen - it was very romantic, pro

As a little girl growing up, I always dreamt about what my wedding day would look like. I always knew that I wanted to marry someone who would cherish and love me for myself. When I was fifteen, I wrote about this my journal - and back then my dream wedding dress was a silk white tutu and ballet shoes! Ah, to be young again! But over time, through my teens and early twenties, my ideas kept evolving and changing - and after A. proposed I realised that I needed to start from scratch. I'm not the same woman I was when I had all these ideas of how I thought my wedding day would be. The only thing that has remained constant in my youthful desires, was that the man I would marry be loving, faithful and kind. Four years ago, I found him. Actually, he found me on a couch... I was the shy wall-flower who couldn't bring myself to talk in a room where nearly everyone was a stranger. And that is how our love story began. With A. I have become a braver, stronger person - he inspires

LIFE 2016 was about working hard-core Netflix bingeing and alternating between tears of laughter, frustration and joy. The high-lights of last year for me was when A. asked me if I wanted to climb a boulder rock which over-looked the ocean and then sank down on one knee. I can still see it now. The forget-me-not blue sky, the ocean sparkling like an endless pool of sapphires. The love I saw in A's eyes for me when he asked me to marry him. It was the perfect moment...and I look down at the legacy of that moment on my left hand and fourth finger everyday.  The other out-of-this-world moment of 2016 was when I laid eyes on my second cousin, *X-BOX for the first time and held him in my arms - fifteen days old. Holding a new-born is incredible, I felt redeeming peace, joy and wonder when I looked at him - and I couldn't stop. I even cried a little.  Sometimes moments can last longer than just one minute. The happy moments are so quick and fleeting. The sad moments linger a