I have been missing! We have finally moved and settled into our new home, we are so happy and so thankful to live in such a wonderful village, actually the one I grew up in, the exact same street. I feel very happy and proud about the fact I get to raise my children where I grew up. Albeit the fact I was only ten when we moved here, I feel I spent my most important years on this street. So many memories made. I wouldn’t be able to count them on one hand.
We had been here a couple of days and decided to take a morning walk around the cul-de-sac, it’s not changed. Only my perspective of it. It’s exactly how I remember, somehow with less trees, and it’s a lot smaller than I remember.
As I walked with my four year old daughter, on her scooter, pushing my one year old son in his pram, I felt the bright sun following us, warming us, reminding us how beautiful this day certainly was. Sophia sped ahead, the wind blowing through her hair, I was reminded of the days I played on the green, climbed the trees, feeling the rough bark on my youthful hands. I remember as I did so wiping my hands on my clothes and the scrapings of the bark falling off. I sat on a branch of the tree my foot leaning on the thick trunk, watching my friends run around, taking note of the sun peeping through the leaves of the trees. I noticed how the trees covered us, the leaves and branches stretching out so far giving the allusion we were under some sort of tent, this was our tent, where we played, we explored, adventured, created and imagined all sorts of worlds.
As we walked, my daughter on her scooter and my son in his pushchair. The sun so bright, so hot, shinning down on us now just as bright and hot as it did back then too. It’s these very moments that I really thank my lucky stars for the life I am living. It’s these very moments that remind me what really is important. It’s these very moments that show me how special the world around us is, and how very lucky we all are.