has been eventful in a very happy way.
Attila's sister-in-law gave birth to a healthy baby boy early last week. It is their first child together and they are ecstatic. A second grandchild for Attila's Mom and Attila's first nephew.
Attila and I are grandparents again! Early last week, Tink joined her family, who were more than happy to meet her. She looks very much as Luna did as a newborn, and of course I fell head over heels in love again, as lucky grandmother's often do. Imp and Elf are delighted with her as well, which makes for a very happy family.
Attila and I had a whole WEEKEND off work together. We had to struggle to get it off, but in the end we managed it. We loaded ourselves into our little car and set forth on our long road trip to meet Tink and spend time with Imp and Elf and Luna and Janus and Benny and Bim and Soot. There are eight of them now, and their household is a very, very busy one.
Luna is in her element to be sure. She was destined to be a Mom, and it is her dream fulfilled to have a household full of laughing, boisterous children. Janus is a natural father, it seems to come to him easily. The two of them move easily and happily through their days.
While visiting Luna and Janus we were able to spend an evening with Terra and Lares, who came for dinner to celebrate the arrival of Tink, and Imp and Elf's upcoming third birthday. We had a lovely time.
Terra has plans to go back to school for further accreditation, and we wish her every happiness in her pursuits.
When we arrived home yesterday, Attila immediately headed out into the bush to fell a few trees and burn off excess energy. I caught up with my email and puttered around the house unpacking and putting things away.
So, here it is Monday and Attila and I are back at home after a wonderful weekend visiting loved ones. We slept deeply last night, in our own bed with familiar noises around us. I awoke to the early morning hoot of the local owls; Attila was already up and about and had the coffee made.
|RECIPES :: Cast
Tink's first day.
Hope is like a harebell, trembling from its birth,
Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth,
Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white,
Love is like a lovely rose, the world’s delight.
Harebells and sweet lilies show a thornless growth,
But the rose with all its thorns excels them both.
Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830–1894)
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