Nothing brings to the fore of my mind that summer this year has indeed come and gone than to look at the calendar, realise that I have been too busy to pay attention to the fact that February's days have bade farewell to us.
We got down to Balmoral Beach to soak in the last burst of sunshine that had arrived after a horrendous week of legendary rain. Technically March signals the arrival of autumn, the shops are stocking the boots, the scarves and jackets. Yet the day was warm and inviting. I loved that my little daughter was enjoying her first adventurous wander by the beach, tasting sand and splashing up her inquisitiveness of this big world laying ahead of her.
She'll probably see a lot more summers to come, and I certainly hope so far more and fulfilling than mine. After all, isn't that what parents wish for their little ones? That a future lived to supersede theirs?
Myla marks today a full nine months since arriving into the world in a little bundle. Somehow I don't know why I am feeling a tad melancholy.
I wish you a wonderful summer and may you always find that summer in you throughout all the seasons.
