#dateswithmydaughter Victoria was a wonderful time together this week. We went to Mugg & Bean in Cresta Shopping Centre– each time we congratulate ourselves on living on the edge, choosing such an exciting option – not. 😉
We laughed and spoke too much to take pictures of anything… but Dennis has served us before and seems content in bringing endless ice and the rosemary salt on the side to whatever we order.
It is a great joy to be able to spend hours talking with your 20-year-old mini-me. Not running out of subject matter. My daughter is a fascinating creature and I obviously love her, but I also like her very much.
I think this is something you only learn when your kids are older. You always love them, but you don’t always like them. Or like what they do.
We had to pick up a few things and getting in the car, I realised five hours had passed.
I love your crazy ass chicken. Sorry about making you and the brothers listen to Billy Connolly on the school drive. It helped my anxiety post-divorce at the time, but probably not character building for you. 🙈 I’m a flawed, human Mom… yet you are doing fabulously. I’m very proud of your achievements.
Sometimes I wonder if it is a curse or a gift to experience life so intensely… but I do believe it’s courageous. Leaves one expose for depths of pain, but also for intense joy…oh and flight of delightful fantasy.
Happiness or sadness, disappointment or elation, joy or pain.
Ultimately I know to be vulnerable, is to be alive and therefore I would rather experience life from the core.
Look, it can make me a bit intense on occasion, I suppose… but at least life is never predictable.
My daughter, Victoria and long-time apprentice son in law, Jeandré visited @SirNoid and I quite unexpectedly for Christmas.
@SirNoid may as well have slaughtered a sheep for the proverbial return, as he roasted the biggest lamb I’ve ever seen in our oven. He prepared it beautifully and we all enjoyed it tremendously. Well done husband. You did amazing.