There’s been many a occassion in recent weeks where I’ve been able to catch M in this pose, curls at full attention, lost in the beauty of Father and Son, Lion and Bigger Lion, practising his “roar” on turning round. For all I swore I’d never use TV as a babysitter, what with packing and moving and a teething baby continuously fed, M’s kindling love affair with Simba and co has averted many a crisis or two.
And so, with a little Walt Disney help, in the space of twenty days we’ve packed up a flat, moved into a house and fallen in love with a home – minor details…moving cities, hosting guests and relocating an office…were mixed in there, too.
Though we’ve come through relatively unscathed and surprisingly calm, there’ve been few moments to pause the past weeks. Hopefully as the final boxes unpack, holiday guests depart and the boys routine settles down, moments will come back and I’ll be here once again. But for now, as the year speedily draws to a close, I’m reflecting through photos of a dream-spedden month, with first teeth and slow crawls, discovery of siblingdom magic, robotic boxes and Monet-esque lanes; of parks to be discovered and others left kilometres behind, of ferries and fingers and chocolate and smiles, but most of all, I’m reflecting on love, in all of it’s guises and the path it can open up wide.
2012 was a year to let go of the things which don’t matter, to take chances on trust, put our whole selves in faith; with Gods help and guidance 2013 will be a year we hold tight, put the trust into chances and keep faith close to ourselves.
Happy New Year, dear reading souls, from our home to yours with love and a prayer.