Easter Holidays

For some reason our most recent visit back to Sevenoaks was particularly hard. We stayed over at our friends Colin and Rachel's place, so Evie got to enjoy a sleepover with her pal Donnie and I got to share a glass of wine with my precious Rachel as well as love in Donnie and Marnie! 

The girls are so at home in their house, having known it their whole life. The following day we met up with the rest of our antenatal group (minus Vix and her 3 lovelies) as we used to do (and they still do!) every Wednesday. It was fantastic to catch up, and absorb that comfort and guidance that these ladies have always given me. I love seeing their little ones, all of whom I've known since they were bumps! 

I felt quite tearful on our journey back. Ok, I'll admit it. I cried. I wobbled. Questions I have about our move bubbled to the surface. I was so happy in Sevenoaks. Beanie and Babalina were so happy in Sevenoaks. Marc was happy in the times when he didn't have to work all the hours that god sends in two jobs. And there in lies the rub. The toss up we had to contend with. We see Daddy now. He has time for us and for himself. We go places and do things. I don't think our finances are eased as much as we hoped (because I didn't find work as quickly as we hoped!) I still wonder if we might one day weight return to somewhere nearer the area. Especially if my sister moves there from London and has babies! But till then there is this 

And this

And this