My neck is cold.

I walked into Nanna's for Sunday lunch, wearing my favourite bandana as a scarf.

Skippy asked me, "Aunty gill, what's that?"

"My scarf. Isn't it pretty?"

"Why?" (she's 3 - need I say anything else?)

"Because my neck is cold."

Skippy stops and thinks.

"Aunty gill, my neck is cold."

How could I not share my scarf?

Flatmate Chronicles

The Scene: Flatemate in the kitchen, me in the other room relaxing in front of the TV.





FM: Hey gilly, did you know this plastic cup has a hole in it?


Me: Yup. It serves it's purpose.


FM: OK.


(Sounds of the microwave being used.)


FM: Uh-oh.


Me: What?


FM: Nothing.


(Get up from lounge, go to investigate. FM dearest has used said plastic cup to microwave chocolate sauce. Which is now melted all over the bottom of the microwave.)

kisses

I love how my nephew blows kisses. He holds his hand to his mouth, and gets ready to blow the kiss. He holds his hand there, and lets it build. And then, when he's ready, he lets go. He throws that kiss to you, full of baby exuberance, with a big loud "BAH!"

It's a beautiful moment. A precious thing to receive such a kiss. I wish that I could love like that. Hold nothing back, but let it build, full of assurance that my love will be gratefully received. To love in such abundance that "mwa" is not enough. That every bit of love is sent out not just with a 'mwa' but with a great big "BAH!"

So, dearest, BAH!!