On this day eight years ago was a Sunday. In fact it was Mother’s Day.
I was visiting our dear friends Sherry and Larry in Texas and they were making a big fuss over me because I was pregnant and it was technically my first Mother’s day. My husband was making a big fuss of me over the phone. I felt happy and special and then I got an email.
It was from Debra informing me that Jet gave birth to ten healthy pups and our baby boy we were on the waiting list for will be available for pick up in 8 weeks time.
Can you believe 8 years have past since? I still remember sleeping on the floor with Max when we first brought him home cause he missed his mommy, walking him every morning with my friend Pauline, the first time he met Julian and licked his cheek, the day we collected him from the airport as he arrived from England. I remember him protecting Julian from a dog that attack him at the park, sulking when Bruce first came to our lives and the day he finally let him snuggle with him. Max means so much to us all, more then we ever imagined.
Wishing you my sweet boy a very happy 8th Birthday and so very many more to come!
Guess what? Today is someone’s birthday!!
Today LUDIQUE MAGAZINE dropped. First issue is now published. And free.
It is a Mobile Photography Magazine. Visually stunning, a great read and features some of the most amazing artists in today’s pop culture that is Instagram.
And I have a column of my own in it!! Yes, me! It is called Stasha’s MOMent and I am really chuffed about it. In case you have not got that by the amount of exclamation points in this post!!!
Anyhow make yourself a cuppa and CLICK HERE. Enjoy. I am off to Vegas to celebrate. Ta ta!
We just got home.
Today is Little J’s Birthday. He turned five. When I asked him this morning how it feels to be five he said: ‘Just perfect.’
This whole week has been hectic. So while he was in preschool I figured it was my only chance to squeeze in a run. I cut my riding short, rushed home from the farm, left the dog on the porch, changed into running gear and drove to the beach. I run in a rather remote area, on a trail.
As I was parking it started pouring down. Full blown storm. High winds and all. I ran for 30 minutes and I was soaked. Luckily I keep my sweats in the car so I changed quickly and had a couple of minutes to kill before picking my boy from school.
I was fiddling with my phone, as you might expect, when I heard a loud knock on my minivan’s very steamed up window. It was a police officer wondering if everything was OK.
He must have believed me, red in my face from both the run and sheer embarrassment, trying to explain how I just finished my run. Specially since I was wearing perfectly dry clothes. Suppose it is better then knocking two minutes earlier, finding me pantless in the back seat.
Happy Birthday my sweet son, at least you one of us is perfect…