Our Loves

When I was 11 and on my first high school camp I heard a girl crying in her bunk bed. I climbed up to see if she was ok and the rest is history. Today I got to meet her son and our sons met each other. Now we're mothers and I love her more than ever.

On our way to the city 

Sartorial soul mates

There it is!

The best little traveller

All the way to Summer Hill

Rewarded with a green cupcake 

And a new friend. Hello Theodore.

Will you look at this guy?

So much beautiful

Cal was impressed with his selection of instruments

La Mama

Il Papa

Caro's "dirty" noodles (with pesto) were a hit

As was their "dirty" verandah

And walls..

And balcony..

My summer crush

Mouses live here

All together

At last

Little nymph

Can't escape a good hosing