For the past week I have chased my children around the house with a tissue. And so, it came as no surprise, that Daniel and I woke today with sore throats and heavy heads.
Winter is here.
The past few days have been grey and windy and we've been cuddled up inside, cringing at the coughs and splutters of little beings. Mind you, they don't seem to mind that much. They're snacking on vegemite toast and mandarins and watching a little too much tv.
Thankfully our neighbour has a lemon tree bearing an abundance of fruit so I've been making lemon and honey tea to soothe the razor blade throat. I've taken a liking to black tea with ginger and honey too. Vegie soup with garlic and black pepper is on the stove for a late lunch - a bit of spice to clear the chest.
In between writing what may be completely incoherent stories I have been watching new life unfold. Roo was born last week, the end of a wonderful pregnancy, the beginning of a blessed life. Tim wrote Roo's birth story today and gosh, it's a powerful one. Their birth journey, as a family, encompasses the unknown path of first-time parents - the raw, primal, exhausting, confronting, wonderful, joyous experience that changes you, forever.
Tim and Kesh, I'm so proud to know you, so inspired by your story. Little Roo, you have chosen well. Welcome, precious one, to this big world. It's all the more beautiful because of you. x