Firstly, to Dani- who for some reason unbeknownst but very amusing to me, has taken up a very enthusiastic liking to this project and was deliriously excited about posting the previous Guestpost- a big, sloppy, dribbly, warm and wonderful thank you.
Rant away my good lady, for that is what we do here - we care not about the interests or judgements of those that are judgemental and uhh- interested (in judging) (negatively). Hahaha i'm hideously sundrunk right now so bear with me here.
If one morning you happen to go out and find your beloved Cane chair missing Bonsai Witch Queen, it was not me... and that Magnolia Marii is about to recieve for her housewarming might APPEAR to be an exact replica of your soon to be Jacked dwarf species, but any resemblance is quite co-incidental, i assure you. Trust me as i have trusted you with my priceless blog and its contents.
Haha a Bonsai Magnolia carried off by fairies wrapped in Tulle, and balaclavas- it's a tale for the classics.
Anyway, i did write a heartfelt and gracious response that got wiped out by an unspecified word limit on Facebook sharing... and i can't remember what it said anymore, and the braincells that carried it have died in my post birth gold-fish memory pool... but you know you are always welcome to clear your head here as often as you like. It is a garage sale of random thoughts and the more objects we collect the more interesting it becomes.
That you believe we could become rich from this excercise in daily thought vommiting is nice also! Haha - you know since you credit it with your newly found or refound focus/inspiration/energy - i am entitled to a cut of whatever you do make in future, RIGHT???!?!
Haha its okay, a dollar shared is two happy people with 50 cents each. Or something like that!! Haha but yes, go forth and be the amazingly creative person you always were- just give it away rather than keep it to yourself you hoarding wench! Haha give freely the gifts that you've been blessed with, for the return will be worth it. I know it will.
Haha but i bow, i curtsey, i do a merry Jig and take my hat off to you My Lady, for your generous words, your invitations (which we will just have to take up- a fairy garden sounds very enticing, throw in some edible delights from the other Trinh sister and the company of the beautiful vessel of sacred life that is the younger Trinh miss, and its a sure deal), thank you for the sharing of thoughts, your excitment and your belief- that together we do create the world we always wished we lived in. The first step is realising we do have the power, and with that power combined we ARE CAPTAIN PLANET! hahaha.. wait okay, thats a bit carried away, but neverless we are like heaps cool anyway.
Moving on (i have a lot of ground to cover tonight and my thoughts grow increasingly slurred)... Thank you to Becki and Danny who opened their home to us for Friday night catchups- their quaint and clean home with its childfree ornaments and handprintless white walls and furniture. Thank you Tram for the dinner prep and Cat for the delicious desert and as always the company of my friendfamily- where i freely expel the innerworkings of my mind and everyone ignores the bits that are gross and inappropriate or just plain nonsense and loves me anyway.
I always come home from those things filled with food and laughter, the kind that brings tears to my eyes and pain to my stomach muscles. And in the lowest of moments, i always know that these events are just a phone call away.
It is one of the most comforting things in the world to know for a FACT that I am blessed with the best of people in my life and there are no words in my vocabulary that could really do them justice. So to the 7, and their extensions... i owe you a proper tribute but for now take this- you are Always the silver lining, always the light at the end, always the constant- and i know when all else fails and the world falls apart there are always (at least) 7 pairs of ears, 7 pairs hands, 7 hearts and 7 doors - always open, always giving, always there. Because of you and because of those you bring with you- into my days- i know i will never fall low enough or hard enough, that its impossible to get back up. From the very base of all my organs (not just my heart) - i thank you.
Now to today, to sun and weekends and kids who dress up, pull faces and always search for fun. To old friends (thank you Dave) who share their homes and their swimming pools and their sense of humour no matter how long its been since the last time... a salute and a happy song, a gigabyte of photographs and a headfull of childhood memories... tied with a ribbon of sunshine.
We listened to Taylor Swift on the way to Daves, and she sung sweetness about memories of the best of her days- and i realised, for them we are making those now... the moments they will look back on for comfort in the confusion of growing up- the simple times, the happiness that is right now- natural and rightfully theirs... the days we create now will be the best of days in (what hopefully will be) a lifetime of many.
To all those who help us to do this, for we are accidental and inexperienced parents... we owe the biggest of debts- THEY will grow up to be extraordinary people- i know this of my kids, because they are surrounded, loved and led By extraordinary people.
My belief in the good, the possibility, the unlimited potential of all people, lies in the the fact that i have met so many exceptional examples.
Yes i mean you, yes be proud. Don't blush. Or vomit from the gooeyness of it all. Just accept it. Be happy, and full of the knowledge that you are centered with goodness, that you are extraordinary and that despite how awesome you all already are- if you knew you, the way i see you... you Would Be the change that i would love to see in the world. A force of wonderful people, who want nothing but happiness for all.
Now if that did not make sense or made you want to regurgitate your dinners, distract yourself with these here pretty pictures.... and all my nicest thoughts.
I hope you have wonderful memories of what was, a most spectacular day.
May these days, be one of many.
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