My life as a wife, mummy, cancer survivor and eternal optimist, here in Northern Ireland.
My life as being a wife and the everyday experiences it brings
Do you ever get times when you feel less like a Gucci scarf and more like a washed out dish towel? Well that's been me for the last few weeks, my skin has just not been on top of it's game. I think that's the case for a lot of us this time of year… Continue reading A treat for mummy..
There's a little space where you used to be. No presence in the room when I went in to open the curtains this morning. No eager ears popping up for a cuddle. No little feet stamping for attention when I got home from being out. No need to light the lamp in the spare room… Continue reading A little space..
The word butterflies sounds so pretty, immediately images spring to mind of flowers, fluttery wings, sunshine... the feeling of butterflies is totally different. We've all had it. It's that swirly feeling in your stomach, cold doubt around your heart and tightness in your chest. I'm someone who feels butterflies quite a lot Am I good… Continue reading Butterflies..
We often 'metaphorically' talk about giving our heart away (yes George Michael I'm talking about you) but it's a phrase that works very well to describe a feeling. That feeling that a piece of you is with someone else, you have willingly handed it over, and left a space within you for them to fill.… Continue reading Give your heart away..
I miss my ear. My left ear. Don't get me wrong I still physically have it, I just can't feel it. Since my operation it's totally numb, and I won't ever feel it again. It's very strange, because I never walked around appreciating how much I had it, until it was gone. Its on me… Continue reading I miss my ear..
It seems to me, that we spend a lot of our lives waiting. Waiting for this occasion or that. Waiting for the next job, the next step, the next house, the next car. Waiting to get engaged, married, pregnant. Waiting for our babies to crawl, walk, talk. Waiting for summer, waiting for Christmas. Waiting. Waiting… Continue reading Waiting..
So last year, I went along to a coffee morning that my cousin held to raise money for MacMillan. I baked buns (ate a lot of other people's buns) and donated some money. I never really thought much more about it. This year however, it felt totally different. I never thought in a million years that… Continue reading Lets have a cup of tea..
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