Celebrate

Celebrate those little things life. For us, it's healthy days. As Dad would say, we're a long time dead. The boys celebrated at Disneyland whilst also in Buena Park, I worked.

My head is full of thoughts from this morning's wedding consultation. It would be a great job to win partly for the creative freedom being bestowed on the photographer. Isn't that a bit of a dream brief?

This evening, a very much needed yet brief night with one of the mum's from UCLA school, just long enough to enjoy a margarita, chips & dips.

Last night, Auntie Angie, aged 80 and her companion John came for dinner, or rather, brought dinner having heard from Mum of the rough period we've been through. How touched I was that she should have taken the time to cook up an old Scottish recipe beef stew and the irony of me not having eaten steak since I was a teenager. And from her handbag she retrieved a vintage black and white from the war years. She was standing outside a thatched cottage in Ireland, arms locked with Auntie Catherine RIP and my Nana Catherine RIP. Their hair recently in curlers, sweet and loving smiles on their faces, the edges of the photo frayed and worn with years of love. Auntie Angie's house is full of such glorious memorabilia from the war years during their evacuation to Ireland and beyond. I can stare for hours at these images from the past, becoming immersed in the history, listening to Agnes' (nee) tales of loves lost and regained, her great elope with a Protestant from Glasgow to New York, then Toronto and finally to settle in LA. She tried so hard to love another man - how their lives would have been so much simpler - but could not be parted despite the canyon of religious differences that lay between them.

PS:On the stew front, I picked out the carrots and ate them. Not a vegetarian, but have an aversion to beef.