Little bits of colour

Ah you know how it is. Some days are better, some are worse. Baby isn't sleeping and her skin is worse, all down to the stress I think. I'm feeling pretty *blank*. Crafting like crazy, and trying to relax into those rare moments of easy peaceful "normal". And of course, the camera is broken so you'll just have to make do with little glimpses of things that were worth photographing at 8.30am before the thing went on the blink.

In spite of everything...When Jenna brings Rowan some small dolls and a bark house, and they spend half an hour just putting the dolls in and out of it, grinning away at each other with Rowan babbling contentedly...

When we can share a story and a cuddle, and I can forget EVERYTHING else...When I pass something from my hands to theirs and say, "here, I made this for you" and they look at me with frank awe and love raw in their eyes...

When things just seem to go to plan, without there ever really being a plan...When we laugh, simply laugh - like yesterday at losing our boots in the mud up round Shipley park, and later as they all wait in the area outside the visitor centre dripping chocolate ice-creams and splashing in the puddles as I dash back in for a map book...When Jenna pores through my wool basket stroking everything and telling me about all the beautiful things she will make "one day"...

When Morgan comes and strokes my face gently, and eases herself down into my arms with that funny little expectant open mouth, and when I don't take the hint says pointedly, "Mumma milk is mine FAVORITE"...

When healing, in its many and various guises, touches that which aches so badly...Ack, sometimes, I can believe it will all be OK.