After a beautiful morning strolling along the beach and playing in the early light at our local rock pool we arrived home to snack on fresh bread and Vegemite. The young man and I then ventured out to sweep the decks.
Things were quiet back in The Beetle Shack so i stuck my head in the door to see what was going on. Spotted. A loving daddy dancing (or something, let's say it was slightly reminiscent of the karate kid's 'wax on, wax off') around in front of his little girl in the hope of being rewarded with a smile.
I happily went unnoticed back to my sweeping. Only moments later, my beaming husband excitedly called for me. I enter to the sound of baby O's first full bellied laugh. A perfect Easter morning. I am grateful.