It’s all about the moments. Blogtober 31st

For me, no moment is too small.

I see it happen.

I catch it.

I let it take me away.

At first, it might look like a simple moment.

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But then I look closer.

Then…I see so much more.

No moment is too small.

Please believe that.

You can make every moment count.

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I truly hope that you do.

Because that’s life, isn’t it?

A series of moments.

An intricate web, woven sometimes with grace;

Sometimes with friction.

I hope you’ve enjoyed hearing about some of my moments.

It’s been wonderful sharing them with you all.

Thank you so, so much for joining me on the ride.

xx Miss Cookas

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The Plumber. Blogtober 30th.

It’s lunch time and there’s a stranger on the porch. He’s wearing overalls. He’s got scruffy hair with a beard to match. Who the hell is he?

Light bulb moment :The plumber!

Mister C had specifically sent me the details of his arrival.

And I had totally forgotten he was coming.

There was no time to check if the house was tidy. He was there. He saw me see that he was there. There was no turning back. He was coming in.

‘Hi! Come in!’ I said, probably too enthusiastically.’You are the plumber?’

‘Umm…yes,’ he confirmed with a crooked smile.

Off to an excellent start then.

I walked him toward the taps we were having issues with.

‘Hello! Hello!’ chirped the toddler, as he followed along behind. The plumber, the burliest of men, smiled. A heart smile. One that only the littlest humans can evoke.

‘Hi mate,’ he boomed. ‘What’s your name?’

From then on, it was a matter of Mummy fending off the toddler’s curious strikes at the plumbers tool kit. A wrench? This looks alright. A hammer? An excellent invention indeed. He was truly the most adorable wannabe apprentice plumber.

I told the plumber. ‘He’s inspired. He might become a plumber, too!’

To that, the plumber looked at me with serious eyes.

‘No,’ he shook his head. ‘You tell him to stay in school. He does not want to be a plumber.’

I laughed it off but really I felt so sorry for the man. It was the regret in his eyes. A good man, maybe a little tired of it all. A little bit sick of all the poop. Literally.

I hope he finds another gorgeous toddler to brighten his day tomorrow.

Maybe then the poop will seem a little less…poopy.

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An exciting announcement! Blogtober 28th.

My moment today was one of discovery.

Do you remember this young lady?

Zilma, the pigeon.

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You may recall that, after much heartache…

Two new eggs arrived on her nest.

Two more chances to be a Mummy.

Well.

Guess what?

SHE’S DONE IT!

Zilma has become a MUMMY!

Two little pigeon babies born.

Snuggled up with Mummy.

Safe and sound.

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The momentous surprise. Blogtober 27th.

It was an inspired idea.

The park.

On a day like today.

All the smiles came along for the ride.

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The usual fun and games were had.

Climbing! his toddler voice shouted.

Yay. Climbing, said Mummy…

A little less enthusiastically.

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The slide was in it for the good time.

As always, a good friend.

A loyal companion.

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And then it was time for Mummy’s favourite part.

A picnic with her little man.

Sandwiches and…

BERRIES!

The toddler’s all time favourite.

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And then the moment.

DADDY!

He’d snuck to the park on his lunch break.

A momentous surprise!

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Yes.

Even this guy.

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Everything’s coming up roses, again! Blogtober 24th.

Every year in winter, our garden turns into a jungle.

Weeds, on top of weeds.

Shame, everywhere I look.

Then comes spring.

And everything comes up roses.

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When the first spec of pollen hit…

I had a moment.

Ours is the garden that just keeps on giving.

It never asks much in return.

It just keeps coming up roses.

No questions asked.

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Every year, its beauty takes my breath away.

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So today I decided to give something back.

I got down on my hands and knees and I…

Actually weeded.

Yes.

I gardened.

And it was so, so good.

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Every now and then I’d look up.

And there it was.

A sweet little thank you.

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Yes. That garden of ours.

She’s special.

And I am so glad she got a little bit of love from me, today.

Beautiful girl.

She so deserves it.

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