There was a birthday celebrated as our princess turned 4. She is feisty and beautiful and creative and gentle and we love her to the moon and back.
In between the spring rains we have had afternoon tea parties in the garden.
And then a little helper to come in and use up my left over paint to add to her masterpiece.
This week my mother celebrated her birthday and i wished with all my heart that i lived just down the road or up the hill or around the corner, and that i could have taken her for coffee and cake and we could have sat outside on a warm winter day in Durban and felt the sun on our skins and sipped and chatted. Instead we have to send our love across the seas where it's just too far away and somehow the ache of having left home and family never really fades. We just learn to live with it. I think that's what happens. We hope you had a lovely lovely birthday Mutti, you deserved it.
Wishing all of you a beautiful week ahead.