I'm going to write a longer post another time but I wanted to share a quick shot of my fab girlfriends who've been staying with me this weekend (Sharmin has flown in from Amsterdam, Amancay travelled from London-we studied together at Goldsmiths', University of London).
For a start, my eldest son Oliver has pretty much (for now at least), got over his most recent bout of jealousy towards his younger brother Alexander, and dare I say it, they're actually playing well together. I even caught Oliver kissing his little wee sibling last night. It was what womb-stirring dreams are made of.
Born in Leeds, I spent 11 years in London after university before returning to my Yorkshire roots, yet when I visit Cyprus, I somehow feel I'm home again. In 2010, I flew there solo to meet my folks who were holidaying there, so my father's Mum, my Yiayia (Grandma), could meet my firstborn Oliver. Here are some of my memories of that time there...
Mothers Day always holds a special place in my heart, more so now that I'm a mother myself. I have always celebrated it, also sending cards and flowers to my beloved Grandma when she was alive. In the UK, Mothers Day is the 10th of March so I want to dedicate this post to my Mama, the family's rock: an inspiration and hard act to follow.
Preparing for Baby No 2's arrival got me thinking back to other monumental days and most recently our wedding day-we celebrated our 7 year anniversary (6 years since the Greek wedding, 7 since the English) last month and time has truly flown by!
Two days ago my beautiful and intelligent Grandmother, Vikentia turned 95. Amazing. My Dad's family live forever thankfully-his Grandmother died at 113. For real. It's that naturally organic food and sunshine. Good for the soul.
