Hard Truths.

Today, my dear children hit me square between the eyes with "you never play with us". They certainly know the way to a mother's heart...armed with a lance!

It stinks to hear, but there is also some measure of truth in it. So as much as I wanted to cry foul and play the victim, I appreciated their honesty, and after a good heaving cry in the husband's arms, I managed to tell them as much.

What now? We'll see. Still processing. 

Happy 4th birthday, my darling! He asked for a donut cake, and a donut cake he got. Borrowed my neighbour's deep fryer to make these golden-fried rings of dough for the occasion.

Special breakfast in the morning, rock-climbing after mass, and a Happy Meal for lunch. Our four year old's idea of a great birthday! 

    "Keep up, dad!"

    First family climb. 

Lots of love for their beloved Aunty Val

After all is said and done, there is much to be thankful for.