Tuesday 14 February 2012: Love is...
718/365: ... a card with a crazy picture drawn by my daughter
... a lemon with a smiley face drawn on it from my son
... my husband letting me fly my kite on the beach despite him freezing his face off.
Y'know what the nicest bit of being on holiday is? Not having any plans. Just starting the day and seeing where it takes you.
Today was a day a bit like that. We seemed to take ages getting out of the house as the children decided that they'd rather play unicorns than get themselves dressed. But since we weren't in a rush for anything, it hardly mattered. Once we'd managed to get out, we pootled along the coast to Ilfracombe via Woolacombe (which the sat nav insists on pronouncing WOO - LA - COMB)... just enough to induce car sickness in Felix.
Because we hadn't planned, we just sorta drove... a bit past Ilfracombe to who-knows-where until our stomachs were rumbling enough for us to want to find somewhere to eat. We ended up back in Ilfracombe at a café with the kids eating chips that burned their fingers, Felix slurping a milkshake which even defeated him and us eating indigestion-inducing baked potatoes complete with salad that had been drowned in dressing. Not the nicest ever, but I'd have eaten the table by that point I was so hungry! After lunch, we headed up a massive hill to look at the view, while the kids played 'give mummy a heart attack' by getting too close to the edge. Even thinking about it now is making my knees wibble!
By this point, the wind was whipping and Nick had his 'I'm not enjoying this' face on. So, back in the car and off to Woo-la-comb where there's a hu-u-u-u-uge beach and Felix could get his giant-sandpit fix. Plus, I got to fly my kite and wear the most ginormous smile on my face as it swooped and tugged (I LOVE kite flying). And Maddy and Nick 'sledged' down the dunes.
And just then I had one of those moments of properly properly happy.
Happiness can be like a butterfly. Fleeting. Flitting. Lovely to observe. Hard to catch. And if you do manage to catch one, then you always imagine there's another more beautiful one that you might be able to see. If you're lucky, sometimes happiness stops being a butterfly. It just is.
Today, it just was.
PS Love is... not a Hallmark card.
PPS Love is... a face that aches with smiling after a day spent with the people you love.
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