Monday, January 6, 2014

Postcards from where you'd rather be









After days of sickness and an eternity of exhaustion, Dave and I jumped at the opportunity to join his parents at their holiday house over the weekend. As soon as the invitation was extended we cancelled our plans and packed the car, leaving the dingy filth of home behind us.

For two nights and three days we enjoyed the comforts of being close to the grandparents. Probably the greatest comforts of all, really. We had hot breakfasts that we didn't have to clean up after, seafood dinners that we didn't have to clean up after, uninterrupted solar powered hot showers, lengthy sleep ins  and isolated ocean dips.

Most deliciously, we were afforded the opportunity to spend some quality time with each of the kids - you know, one on one time without the others.

On Saturday evening Dave and I took Zeph down to the break wall to catch some fish. Just the three of us, a couple of rods and a bag of stinky prawns. As the tide came in we chatted and thread bait onto tiny hooks. We cast and reeled and cast again. We were still and busy and quiet.

We climbed over oyster encrusted rocks to make our way home and with the sun setting behind us (you know, like in a roman novel) I knew we'd made some lasting memories.

And so 2014 begins. The year of The Family.

22 comments:

  1. Well hallelujah for grandparents! Awesome photos Em... x

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  2. Wow. I feel like I have been on holidays too! So so beautiful!

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  3. Those weekends away are a breath of fresh air that's for sure! Beautiful pics as always x

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  4. What an awesome start...yay for grandparents and holiday houses. xxx

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  5. The baby tush <3!!! Looks like a great weekend!

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  6. Yep, definitely where I'd rather be. I'm both jealous and overjoyed that you experienced such an utterly perfect weekend, I'll carry the beauty of these images and your words throughout my long, hot working day.
    If only rising before the sun meant seeing the sunrise...alas, people need their coffee! ;)
    xx

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  7. Yes! The year of the family - perfectly said. I'd been racking my brain for a word/s to live by this year, of course it was right in front of me, family. Focussing on strengthening those grandparental bonds, aunts and uncles both fun and wise to spend time with my kids, cousins to be mischievous with. Bron

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  8. Looks and sounds about perfect. Glad to hear you've got the year off to a good start! #godblessgrandparents

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  9. Oh me too! I'm so nood ready to get back into it. I mean I sort of am but my body is really dragging itself through the motions of life. January is such a paradox month. There's a false energy to it but everyone is so exhausted.

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  10. Being away from your home with other family members like grandparents is truely a way to slow down because when you are at home there are still all the chores to be done. Sounds like a well deserved break and quality time with grandparents and children. Regards Kathy A, Brisbane, Australia

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  11. These are wonderful pictures! I'm glad you managed some time away and hope you're feeling much better.
    ..and oh my goodness that top pic, cuteness! x

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  12. Glorious photos! Happy New Year to you. xx

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  13. I love your blog
    followed
    http://minimaysi.blogspot.co.uk/

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  14. What lovely photos and beautiful memories.

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  15. Sounds heavenly! Love all those ocean pics, and that little baby bottom is so sweet. Hooray for grandparents who take the kids!

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  16. Fabulous! Love the one with all the kids buried in sand! xx

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  18. You have a beautiful family and what a lovely place to go and visit. Your photos are gorgeous. This reminded me of my lads when they were small.

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Thanks so much for your words of encouragement, advice and solidarity.

xo em