My husband is great

It’s not really ‘in’ to brag about your husband – or even to say anything nice about him at all! That sux because he's actually one half of a very powerful union.

I’ve been inspired to speak more highly of my husband and tell others how I feel about him and what he does for our family. Malia at Blissfully Domestic encourages her readers to share their thoughts about their husbands. Happy thoughts. Examples of his care and encouragement. Maybe something little he did to brighten their day. No backhanded compliments. No teasing when they don’t quite get it right. After all, we’d be pretty cut if all the guys got together and laughed at us behind our back every time we locked our keys in the car or forgot to take the kids to swimming – wouldn’t we? I think so.

This 'bagging our husbands' trend is one I don’t want to follow so I’m going to put my positive thoughts out there, in cyberspace. Feel free to join me if you so desire.

You might think it's corny (and I've tried very hard not to be) but really, can it do any harm?

So here goes.

My husband is my best friend. He's the only person on this planet who can do so many amazing things in my life.

He's the only one who I can totally, honestly, be myself with. I have awesome friends and family who are such wonderful parts of my life but no one can do what he does.

He's the only one who can calm my nerves or quell my worries. He always seems to have the right words.

He makes me laugh like no one ever has or ever will. Just a sidewards glance or an off-handed comment can have me in peels of laughter. He has even started to laugh at my jokes - he's definitely the only one who can do that!

He's also a great father to our children. He's the only one who can truly make them feel secure, (especially at the notorious swimming lessons..) He's the best one at keeping them in line and helping them to truly understand respect.

There are so many great things I could write about my husband but I guess the most important thing is: He's the best one for me and I'll alway be grateful for him. xox

School Holiday Project #1: The Trauma Teddy

It's been a little while since my last post... I've been working hard on my beautiful new site, soon to be ready! Take a sneak peak if you like :o) It's pretty and flowery and everything I hoped it would be. I can't wait to get started! Anyway.

I'm REALLY looking forward to the school holidays. Is anybody else? It doesn't seem to be a popular thing to admit, but I've said it. I love school holidays. My lovely little chicken, who's in Kindy this year, can't wait for the holidays to start; she's decided that she wants to learn to knit. Why would a five year old want to knit you might ask? In her words, "Because we need to help the poor people and we haven't helped them for AGES so I want to knit them something so they keep warm." Ohhh! My mummy heart melted right about now. After careful consideration we decided it might be better to knit a Red Cross teddy for sick kids instead - hopefully a little simpler to make than a jumper - and she was more than satisfied with the decision. So off we go this afternoon to BigW to buy some junior knitting needles. Has anyone knitted one of those teddys before? Is it hard? I'm an amateur knitter so I'm not really sure what I'm getting myself into. I do have a feeling that I'll be knitting a lot of it myself though...

My daugher's humanitarian heart has mine melting pretty regularly these days. It seems to have developed this year as she's seen school friends go through difficult times with one friend's parents breaking up and others falling behind in school work. When I think about it, it was the terrible Victorian bushfires that really got her started. We rummaged through the house for things that might help out and donated as much money as we could muster (which, when I counted up the coins, wasn't as much as I would've liked to have been able to give). Since then, she's been dedicated to helping people. One day she announced to her Grandma, "I'm going to try and make my school a better school... I'm going to teach everyone to be kind to eachother by being kind to them." Really? From a five year old? Again. Melting! Her favourite show was Random Acts of Kindness and she often used to say, "I want to be like that," of the people willingly and lovingly helping others. How did this happen? I have no idea. How did she go from a normal, happy but generally self-centred child, to Little Miss Humanitarian?

How beautiful is the innocence of childhood passion. Void of all knowledge of reality and self consciousness that might quench them, children's dreams and hopes seem attainable when they're being babbled about in the car home from school. Wouldn't it be wonderful to be able to maintain that child-like passion and desire to help?

I'll keep you posted on the progress of our little Red Cross Trauma Teddy. Suggestions more than welcome!

xox