I am a twenty something year old who likes to spend her time loving, creating, wondering and doing. I have an amazingly wonderful husband, a fluffy bunny and best of all, a God who loves me. Come join me as I journey through this thing we call life. More about me...
- ▼ 2013 (220)
I feel as though this picture deserves a post of its own. I took this photo of Joel and my Grandma at my brother's wedding and it still makes me laugh. Joel is taller than average at 6"8 and my Grandma is shorter than average at 4 foot nothing. I was standing a distance away from these two as they talked on the lawn and couldn't help but laugh when I realised that Grandma was pretty much talking to his belly button. Thank God they both have a good sense of humour because I have been laughing at this photo ever since!
I sometimes get a little bit overwhelmed with how many people Joel and I have in our lives. Even just our family is huge as we both have divorced families which means four different sets of parents to see on a semi- regular basis (needless to say we do not see each of our parents every week or even every fortnight!). Add into that friends that come from all different aspects of our lives and we sometimes feel a little overwhelmed with the number of people we want to catch up with. If I am being truly honest with you, it is a bit of a burden sometimes and we spend many an evening pouring over our calendar trying to fit it all in.
Ever since we got Rosie, I have been getting all these crazy ideas in my head. The first crazy idea is that we should get a second dog. Which is nuts, because Rosie has shown us that, when you add a second dog into the mix, she becomes very, very naughty. Joel says I need to stop following the Australian Working Dog Rescue Facebook page, which is true because it keeps showing me cute little dogs that need a home, however I just can't bring myself to do it. I am hooked. (Seriously though, if you want some of the cutest dog photos showing up in your news feed on a regular basis, follow the page).
The second crazy idea that I keep getting is to get lots of rabbits (and cages to put them in of course). I want to have a wall of rabbit cages all piled high (kind of like what you see in the pet store) full of rabbits of all different shapes and sizes. I can then spend my days cuddling them (with Nibbles by my side of course- she would be queen of my rabbit colony). Vaguely associated with this idea is to get a rabbit that I can take to rabbit shows or that I can teach to do rabbit show jumping.
Of course, I like to think the only thing stopping me from achieving these dreams is Joel, however I would like to think that my voice of reason would chime in even if Joel wasn't so against having a wall of rabbits in our back yard. Because having a wall of rabbits isn't really a viable option...right?
Who am I kidding, being married to Joel is the only thing stopping me from becoming a crazy rabbit lady (as it is I am treading a very fine line!)
My brother got married the other day. It was a few weeks ago now, however clearly I am lagging behind a bit on this whole blogging game.
Anyway, the whole family headed across to the other side of Australia to see my older brother marry his love. While there is a whole lot I could say about this trip (which I will probably never get around to blogging about to be honest), there is only one thing I want to say.
There is something quite amazing about seeing a sibling get married. After growing up with them, seeing them at their best and their worst, thinking that they are quite possibly the most annoying, most horrible person on the world...you can't help but shed a tear or two on their wedding day. Which is ironic when they spent a good portion of your childhood trying to make you cry through various forms of torture.
As my brother's now wife promised to love him through thick and through thin, until death do they part, I couldn't not cry with joy that my big brother had found that person to love and to love him in return. Because while there were times during our childhood (and let's be honest, teenage years too) that he drove me nuts, at the end of the day he is my brother, I love him and I want him to be happy and loved. After spending so many years together, I couldn't not get excited for my brother on his wedding day.