Pictures of some gorgeous children. Their creative and positive and funny and spunky and loving and unique and determined and intelligent and well … delicious.
Their mother on the other hand is just, well … positively perfect.
It’s a family ritual. Each Sunday mornings whether it be fine or hot or rainy or cold or windy the delicious children and their positively perfect mumma play on the beach. Knowing this, my Sunday mornings are now deliciously perfect.
I’m too far behind on blogging I know. There are one hundred and one blog posts to come … but maybe not today .. or tomorrow .. or next week .. but someday I’ll get to them. One day. I promise.
Until then .. enjoy.