Like a paper plane is thrown and we’re it lands is the destination. And like life were the wind blows us is were we are meant to land . Life’s little purpose of listening to our gut and letting life lead us to what is meant to be . This gorgeous story told to me by the gorgeous Donna about leaving there upbeat funky Melbourne…
there is nothing as touching as moments of a father and there kids , we rarely capture these moments as my husband is so busy on the farm and I think like other men he doesn’t like his picture taken . So with time passing us by we have to realise how precious time is , minutes turn to days and days turn to years…
I woke to the sound of my mum screaming…. I jumped out of bed and ran down the hallway to see my dad standing beside their bed , with my mum sitting in bed with an anguished screaming cry coming from her saying the words “NO NO NO ” !! My dad turned to me and said “Mark’s died”. He reached out and drew me…
So I’m getting close to turning 39. Just an age maybe, but how weird is age like you’re meant to act a certain way at a certain age. I’m sure not letting myself fall into that trap – when you can’t wear that at your age. Don’t get me wrong, you want be seeing me in a mini, but I will make sure I keep…