To love, honour and respect

 

I’m one of those people that quietly enjoys being at home most of the time, mind you sometimes I do get cabin fever and just itch to get out and do ‘something’.  The last few months have had me really house bound and the lack of independence has had me going absolutely bonkers, so last week when I needed to go to physio and DH couldn’t take me I really enjoyed the feeling of freedom as I drove myself  there.  Yeah – free at last!  I’m still walking with quite a limp and have been told that that may possibly be with me for life, but hey, at least I can still walk and there are many that can’t so I’m very lucky indeed.

Another reason I am lucky is with the man that I proudly call my husband.  Last Friday Jon and I celebrated 32 years as man and wife . The day started off fairly quiet then number 2 daughter turned up with a beautiful bunch of flowers that were from her and her sister.  I didn’t get much chance to spend too much time with her as the shop has been really busy and Friday was no excuse – no sooner had one happy quilter gone out of the door than another came in.  By the time I got to sit down with a cuppa another delightful bunch of flowers arrived from DH himself.  Gosh I’m spoilt (and loving it).

Once the shop was shut and DH was off duty we went out for a beautiful meal at the little local French eatery.  By the time our food arrived I clean forgot to take photos so just believe me when I say the eye fillet steak followed by decadent chocolate pots kept me very, very happy!

Saturday, again the shop was busy and although I usually close at one I was still serving customers after three! In between I got to spend time with the two Grand-daughters: Miss Faith and Madam Taylor.  Gosh they are growing so fast in fact Miss Faith has her first day at Kindergarten today. Saturday night we went out to a local rustic West Coast pub for a farewell function for one of DH’s colleagues.  Heck two nights in a row I’ve been out –  I’m almost a social butterfly now *wink*.

Well, the ‘going out’ didn’t stop there.  DH decided on Sunday that we were going to travel up the coast line to Punakaiki for lunch.  The scenery was wild and exciting and once at Punakaiki it’s pancakes rocks were clearly visible complete with blow holes

. Lunch was fabulous and I had a piece of the nicest, freshest fish I have ever tasted.

So today here I am, at home writing this in between serving in the shop and doing the domestic goddess thingy.  The previous weekend has flown by like a dream and my life has returned to normal. My life that I share with the man I promised to love, honour and respect – yep, it’s a good life.

hugs