There was a moment of perfect and blissful happiness today, driving between breakfast with friends and a very nice bit of shopping at my new favourite store. I was mildly hungover but sated after a couple of good coffees and some laughs over eggs on toast, and driving over to meet my nieces who had somehow persuaded me to take them to the pool when Flame Trees came on the radio and it was sunny in the parklands and I just felt really bloody good. Content and kind of assured.
The girls highjacked my notebook after we got back from the pool and I played a very lax game of hide and seek while we waited for Kate. And the week has since came crushing in on me and I’m worried about money and feeling pangs of old heartache and fear. But for a moment there it was so, so good.
You have to pause in those moments and just sing. Those moments are a blessing.