Just another day...

I happened upon today in a rather ordinary sort of way.

But it is different. It has to be.

And it certainly should be remembered.

Because a year ago today - my dad died.

There will be no big event to celebrate his life today - my family are busy with their commitments and life.

But his place is still there, in my happy memories, and I am happy to find him there.

His laughter, his hanky flicking, his hugs and his sleeping on the couch through our gatherings.

I love you dad.

xxx

Melissa a.k.a The Smosh.

We flew away to the mountains & it was good

This past Wednesday I found myself packing up my Blue Opel Zafira with lots of bags & food & kiddie stuff...and I put my kids and mom in there too...and together we went on an adventure. To see what we could see. 3 hours later, and my arms were a bit jelly like after a 40km drive over a dirt road, we arrived at Bushmans Nek. At Rocky Ridge.  We walked alot, hiked a cute mountain among baboons, swam in ice water, and sat by fires in the evening. And it was just grand. Simple pleasures bring me much happiness.

And Friday morning early I awoke to a knock on the bedroom window - and there was gallant Brod with his guitar bag in hand. Woosh - off my feet:) He does that.

Is it better to be right or happy?

I read something this past week...that when you are in an argument, stop and consider...is it more important for me to be right or happy? I would truthfully rather be happy.  That's a better place to be at.  I learnt this lesson many, many years ago - while sitting in a bath tub in a far away land. So it hit me quite forcefully when I read it.

I would rather be happy alot - than right all the time. There is more often a happier curve on my mouth.

xxx
Melis

Happy Birthday Dad

I only remembered at 2pm - but that's because it has been quite a day so far.  Art, kids, house, and then school when I got back from art and Phoebe asked me the date. Ahhhh. I forgot. Crazy how a year has flown by. Dad only lived one month past his last birthday.

I had baked him a triple layer chocolate cake that year and proceeded to eat a whole whack of it myself. Piggy. But it was good. Dad hardly ate any. He was watching his diet - concerned about his cholesterol. What a good man.  I miss him. So much everyday. But that's ok and normal and healthy.  And I think it's because he was so much a part of my life.  I saw him every day up until the day he died.  What a lovely privilege. I will write more on this. 

Mom is still away and having a good time with her special friends. 

xxxx
The Smosh
aka. Melissa

Love you dad.

Jo and the cheese

Today I literally I watched my 5 year old lure his 7 year old brother away from a computer came with a triangle of cheese. I jest not. Jo and Noah were jamming on the Nemo game – Jo started to get a tad perturbed. After jumping from foot to foot he ran into the kitchen. Straight to the fridge and grabbed a laughing cow cream cheese. Noah lives for those things.

I looked up and there was Jo, holding out the cheese near the door – calling Noah – ‘Hey Noah, come get a cheese!’. It worked like a charm. He shook it a bit and moved backwards away from the computer, it was like watching a boy giving his puppy a treat. Noah jumped up and ran to Jo. And then straight to me, with the cheese – asking me to open it for him. Jo was happily having his turn in front of the screen.

Clever kid.

I think he gets that from his dad.

x
Melissa