Even though it was inland and certainly warmer, Lyndon was a
time to stay in the amazing little cottage that Cath has put so much work and
love into. A place to escape the heat,
to allow the kids some entertainment {in the form of four other children} and a
place to just be.
We moved the day before my birthday and to be honest didn’t make a big deal of
my 35th birthday. It was
hard, surreal, different and a whole array of other words come to mind when you
are celebrating a day you arrived into your mother arms, knowing that she is no
longer here. It was a hard ‘first’ and
as much as a birthday is always nice, I expect it will continue to be an odd
sort of day knowing that she is no longer here.
The next week was a blur, to be totally honest. I remember saying goodbye to October and dreading the arrival of November. But it arrived, the 3rd saw tears, quiet moments and memories. I survived it, made it to the 4th and kept on going. I still miss Mum, eveyday and those moments I think 'I should just call and ask' are hard. Sometimes it takes a moment to realise that I can't do that anymore. If I am honest though, I think of her daily, which is more than before and enough to keep me going.
Justin’s two weeks on the mining camp had now become 4 and we drew a line in the sand that he would be finished by the 12th! This gave us time to relax a little before our next ‘house move’, a chance for the kids to enjoy playing in the newly painted pool while it filled, a chance to make a little art and a chance to cook dinner for the Lyndon family to say thanks for letting us take over the cottage.
