FOG & INTRODUCTIONS: GABRIELLA FORBES GRIFFIN

Saturday, February 18, 2017

I read a quote the other day that said 'the dust never settles.'

This is what life is.

Beauty, Joy, Grief, Love, Loss.

August through January is all a little bit foggy - for better and worse.

Gabriella Forbes Griffin, arrived at 00:04 on 19th August 2016. 7lb 5oz of baby deliciousness. In an instant our little family was complete.

Those early days were tough. Oh so tough. Three small children and a husband who returned to work immediately.

Times when, after four hours of cluster feeding from 1am - 5am I finally settled the baby only for her to be woken at 6:15am by the 3 year old who desperately wanted her 'Mummy Time'.

Me, a complete zombie dragging myself from bed, tears streaming down my cheeks because my entire body felt as if it might shut down without warning.

My poor over tired baby screaming for comfort.

My 6 year old sitting on the couch who looks up and says in earnest "Can I hold Gabby," and whispers sweet nothings into her ear despite her protests until eventually all was quiet and still.

They will never know how they saved me in those early weeks.

The week after Gabriella was born I lost someone incredibly dear to me.

Grannykins - for you I have all the words in the world and no order to put them in. Every which way I write them never seems enough to convey just how much you meant to me. To all of us. You were our lighthouse. The warm beacon of light that guides us all back to the safe harbour of home. You are so sorely missed, and so fondly remembered.

Set against a backdrop of chaos Scott changed jobs, then we moved house, then a truly tragic thing happened to one of my dearest friends. It was a lot. All at once. And then more. And at least for a while it broke my fragile little mind.

Fog always looks so ominous from a distance. Should you find yourself in the thick of it, it's incredible what you have the potential to see if you just stop and look around. Trust me. I read a comment the other day that said, ground zero is a sacred place to be. Don't wish it away in yearning for the mountain top. There is so much this space will give you if you let it.

Perhaps this is why I find myself back here. A space full of creativity, of honesty and of stories. A space with the power to be anything...

With all of that said - I will finish on the best possible note. Dated as they may be, allow me to introduce my beautiful darling wee girl.

xoxo








HERE COMES THE SUN (DO-DEE-DO-DOO)

Sunday, July 31, 2016

If what they say is true, then in the coming months we should knock off at least four of the top ten stressful life events. 

It's a toss up as to what will occur first...the baby, the house, the move or the job. 

Because why not? 

(said absolutely no one ever...) 

In the fight for space and comfort, my belly and I have declared civil war. My jackets have capitulated and are refusing to zip-up, and I'm fairly confident that the state of my maternity leggings is being treated as a matter of national security. 

To distract myself from ALL of the above I have been nesting. On the bright side our cupboards have never been cleaner. We are now on a first name basis with the staff at our local refuse station, although our frequent trips along the Northern Toll Road (relocating junk stuff my parents) has me convinced we are funding some employees children through University. Our cat has developed an anxiety disorder from constant change (I think I may have developed an anxiety disorder from constant change).

In my purge I came across these photos.

Our year began in the far North on a camping holiday with some good friends. Despite being washed out by a tropical cyclone, it was a dream. These snaps are some of my favourite - the first from our day trip up to Cape Reinga and the second from a sea-biscuiting adventure. 

If you're like me and already contemplating your Christmas vay-cay consider going off the grid - we stayed at Wagener Holiday Park, on the Houhora harbour in Northland. Its listing as the #3 classic camping grounds in New Zealand has not been by chance. 

Offering daily activities for the young (kids club, movie nights, arts and craft etc) and situated at the gateway to some of NZ's best fishing and beaches for the old, you are unlikely to find yourself at a loss. There is even a pet friendly section of the camp so there is no need to leave the fur babies behind. 

So while the rain beats down on our windows like some ominous battle cry, I'm off to dream of sunshine and wine. 

Much love. 

Jacq







LIFE…AND OTHER INTERRUPTIONS

Sunday, May 29, 2016

Tonight, for the first time in months, I sat down and pulled pictures from my camera.

You see, my reality is this:

No matter how hard I work, no matter how many books (blogs, inspirational quotes…) I read or how often I practice mindfulness I will never have enough hours in the day to do it all.

In my head (a strange and often misunderstood platform of reality), our lives are balanced on a set of scales. In my head these are gold and of the vintage variety… feel free to get creative.

I can do anything in this life, but I jt do everything.

I can have a great job, earn good money and have amazing friendships but family and relationships take a backseat.

I can have a great family an incredible relationship with my husband but friends and work might not be at the level I would like them to be at.

I am not implying that one could not have everything they desire in perfect balance, merely that I have yet to strike that perfection for longer than a moment, and I'm alright with that.

For now creativity is taking a backseat and I'm okay with this because in three short months life, as we know it will be tipped onto its head.

So while life has not been lived through the pages of social media, it most certainly has been lived.

For those of you convinced I've fallen off the planet, or using this blog as a social gps for the family here's a few snapshots for you.

I should have photoshopped in a tan…

The annual Christmas Snap


All spruced up for Anzac Day 2016



ONE SUMMERY SATURDAY MORNING

Saturday, October 10, 2015

We stole away, you and me,
One summery Sunday morning. 
Down by the sea, you and me
One summery Sunday morning.

We collected bugs, you and me
One summery Sunday morning.
We talked of farts, you and me
One summery Sunday morning.

When we're old you and me,
We'll remember this day and smile
When we stole away to the sea,
One summery Sunday morning.


ADVENTURES DOWN UNDER

Friday, October 9, 2015

Against many people's better judgement (including our own), we spent a large portion of last weekend in the car with the crazies.

I'm not going to lie to you there were times when it wasn't pretty, but when a good friend gets married who wouldn't walk over hot coals.

Check out Jules - sister takes wind swept to the next level…



MINI-PEOPLE, MAJOR ACHIEVEMENTS

For the Griffin family at least...

20 early Saturday morning starts
10 team members
1 "Player of the Year" 
Pride…pride in spades. 

Way to go Willis! 

Love your biggest fans

xoxo


K&J's- 2015 EDITION

Monday, July 20, 2015

I've been editing a few pictures tonight and came across this. 

That moment when your children genuinely bond with those of our closest friends is a thing of great beauty. Particularly if that bond does not involve a strangulation hold … yes Julia I'm talking to you. 

Love these two crazies. 


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