Wednesday, 17 April 2013
The world is a very different place when you're not on your own routine. When you're not tied to a desk from 0745 until at least 1830.
You can enjoy the warm autumn mid mornings exploding the streets of your neighbourhood in which you've lived for 2.5 years. You can finish a pot of tea without needing to run out the door and without being interrupted by an urgent email flashing on your blackberry. You can read the paper. You can enjoy the beautiful aroma wafting through the house from the slow cooker. You can nap for 15 minutes with your beautiful infant sleeping on your chest.
Each day is different. Each day is new and unknown. Each is rewarding and enriching in its own way. It's a wonderful surprise.
I'm building up my strength and eagerly awaiting my ability to exercise again. I'm looking forward to some serious training like I've never trained before. I'm not entirely sure how I will fit it into ,y day but I will try. 5am sessions in the midst of winter? Maybe.
It breaks my heart to be so far away from my grandmothers, but thanks to Skype Ari got to meet my mums mum on Sunday night. Magic moment.
Mid morning break. Earl grey and banana bread.
Ari is stubborn like her mother and refused to participate in the foot and hand print inking attempt. The foot we could force, but the fists we could not unclench.