The Californian Mung bean and her sweet daughter, the Lentil, came to visit today and there were only two Bath landmarks they wanted to visit: The Roman Baths and the Crescent Jamie’s Italian and Toast. So it was my very great pleasure to share a ridiculously delish lunch with them before I nipped back home to my editing and they went in search of coffee and cake. Love yous guys!
Sas and Ash’s big day was the most magical blend of love, family, friendship, sunshine and the constant click of iPhone cameras being fired. It was the sort of elegantly understated ceremony that made the likes of me — someone who’s never had any desire to get married — suddenly all misty-eyed and wistful, in the best possible way. As the only single adult on the day (my hot date flew all the way from California) I was lucky enough to be handed the bouquet at the end, and people you know i’m drying some of those rose petals… just in case.
The venue was utterly divine, with bedrooms designed by Ilse Crawford of Elle Decoration fame, the food was delish and the company included some of my favourite people in the world. The hours we spent hanging out in the bridal suite as Sas got ready were filled with raucous laughter, a LOT of tears and many sets of magic knickers (a revelation!) — I’m very lucky to call these women my friends.
And what can I tell you about the bride? She was simply radiant. Composed and beautiful, Sas literally danced down the aisle — i have never been more proud. You only have to spend a bit of time with Sas & Ash to see how perfectly matched they, their love for each so real, true and thoroughly grown-up. I had a few tender moments leading up to the wedding, the stitches on my heart pulling as I reflected on where I am in my life right now. Lately I’ve found it quite hard to be around happy couples, the ones who hold hands and whisper in each other’s ears. A few years ago Sas lost her mum, and this shared understanding of grief means we’ve often joked that our loved ones drink champagne together for the important moments in our lives; on Saturday I felt her mum and my love around us. I felt Sas’s loss, and I felt mine, but it was cradled in gratitude for how far we have come. Like I said, there were a lot of tears that day. Good healthy healing tears.
I love you, Mrs Petherick — thank you for sharing your wedding day, and your heart, with us all xo
Standing in my sister’s kitchen, watching Noah rifle through the basket holding his snacks. He pulls out a packet of carrot crisps, holds them up to me and says ‘yeah?’ clear as a bell. This is the first time he has asked me a queston using words — i am unable to resist the cuteness. He gets the crisps.
His pretend sneezes melt my heart every.time.
He now knows how to turn around so he gets dizzy and falls down on his bottom.
If you show him your bare tummy he will zerbert you (blows a raspberry on your skin)
He says ‘buh-bye’ and waves. He also says ‘da-da’, ‘ba-ba’ (we think this is mama) and ‘uh oh’ when something drops on the floor — this last one is the cutest.
He dances!
On Saturday afternoon we walked up the road to meet the piglets — they seemed to be instinctively attracted to Noah; even the mummy pigs seemed to sense that he was a little. As we walked back through the field with the sheep, we commented on all the poo on the grass… I said poo, Abby said poo, Steve said poo… and then Noah said poo :)
This post is really for my mum. She rang me this afternoon, just to check in, but her first words were: ‘you haven’t blogged!’ which is our new code for ‘are you okay?’ And as I told her, I am okay, just haven’t had much to say this week after the heady-thinkiness of the last two posts. I’ve been feeling quiet and have withdrawn into myself a little, and didn’t want to throw a blog post up for the sake of it. You know the ones I mean :)
I recently scanned these shots of our sweet boy. MAN, do I miss him. I’m literally counting down the day till i am back chasing him around the garden.
Blondie Bear, i miss you!
