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Darling Day 29: Dance.
Dinner time arrives and the darling of the day is yet to find me. Yet to whisper its sweet melody into my ready ear. But…wait. Darling, in an instant? Music blaring from the iPod dock. The story of my youth—… Continue reading
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Darling Day 28. Me Time
Darling is the wife, the mum, the daughter, the friend who says: Tonight is my gift to me. Tonight it will be only me. In a cosy room. With candles. Tea. Chocolate. And music. (You know I’d never forget the… Continue reading
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Darling Day 27. Friends
Darling are the life-long friends. And darling is the way they come and go so effortlessly. How they delight me so with their laughing words and ways. How they play all the strings of my heart, like a symphony deep… Continue reading
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Darling Day 26. Days Like These
Dear world—you’ve really gone and done it this time. Just look at all the sun-drenched wonder you’ve strung about my life today; I mean, really. What is it that you do to me? How is it that you fill my heart… Continue reading
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Darling Day 25. Perfect
When you realise how perfect everything is you will tilt your head back and laugh at the sky. … Continue reading
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Darling Day 24. The Darling Tree
This is the Darling Tree. Isn’t it lovely? And oh-my-GOODNESS. I have an idea! Why don’t we climb it? Together. Just like we did when we were pipsqueaks. Just like we did before we painted our serious faces on. Don’t… Continue reading
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Darling Day 23. Sweet Dreams
Early morning is the time for darling dreams, wouldn’t you agree? When the sun creeps into the day… But the only ones who know it’s there are the flowers. And the soul-destroying roosters. (Uhem. I mean, the darling roosters. Of… Continue reading
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Darling Day 22. The Garden
Once upon a time, there was a garden. And this garden— Well. It was the most magnificent garden in all the land. Because, in this most darling of places, every day was a new season… And every day was more… Continue reading
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Darling Day 21. The Rose Coloured Glasses
Give me a rose to colour your glasses with. Not just any rose. A pink one. Painted with the darling of the happiest day. Doesn’t a pink world feel lovely? So rosy and sweet and soft. Like a kiss upon… Continue reading