Bedtime stories...

It was the most wonderful thing.
I lay down in bed
And my daughter brought her copy of
"Goldilocks and the three bears"

She proceeded to read the whole book to me
Whilst I closed my eyes and
Allowed myself to be read to by my
Five year old daughter

It was so wonderful
I can understand why children enjoy being read to

It was, of course, magical
That the little person I usually read to
Now took a turn at reading to me
And she loved the experience as well...

Every so often in life
We are reminded that our children
Will grow up one day and turn into adults
And have children (and maybe even read to them)
This was one of this moments

Worthy of being remembered
Worthy of being spoken about
Worthy of being blogged about

Goodnight!

Stop this train

"...So scared of getting older, I'm only good at being young..." - John Mayer

This is the song that I have going through my head instead of "Happy Birthday To You..."
I'm about to turn 32
Sometimes I feel young
Other times, I feel old

I look around
and everyone is ageing.
some, like my beautiful wife, seem to age from the inside out,
others age from the outside in.

I am, once again, probably just being impatient.
Forgetting to enjoy the journey
and trying, instead, to worry about what the destination might be like.

So many of us, look for meaning...
Something greater than ourselves that we can
confidently say that we ascribe or belong to.

Once we reach a certain age, simply doing what we do every day
for the sake of doing it
simply doesn't cut it.

I am reaching
this age.

And now, I will go and have some chocolate birthday cake.

Just... Wait!

I'm sitting in an apron
sipping a cup of tea
and I'm waiting...

As I finish writing the previous line
my daughter (who is sitting next to me) says:
"You look a bit stressed out!"

Apparently, I'm not very good at being patient
So, I've taken up the art of bread baking
One of the main things I'm hoping to learn
(other than making fantastic bread)
is learning to wait
to be still
to relax

[I take a sip of tea...]

So, I wait...
for my bread to prove, to ferment.
All these wonderful flavours will get released
and all I have to do is be patient.

Patient with my dough
with my self
with my family
and with my life.