So this morning has been a toughie and if I’m going to be honest, tears have been shed. Having 3 children means mornings never pass without squabbles; personal highlights from this morning include bickering over bloody spoons and Noah begging me to get Eden to stop humming the greatest showman! However these are the mornings I quietly treasure, what followed this morning are the days I dread.
The most expensive part of raising my 3 delightful but equally challenging children is the quantity of prosecco and gin it takes! And oh boy did it take a lot!
surely shaving my legs last night shouldn't make me this cold and what the heck is bloody rubbing?
It’s heartbreaking to watch as Alzheimer’s and Dementia take a hold of a loved one but every now and again there are moments of magic. Those precious flickers where the windows of the soul open, the condensation clears and for a split second you see straight to the heart of your loved one and realise they are still in there
Growing up they only ever really called me Sarah when I was in trouble; instead preferring to call me their "Sunbeam". It is only with becoming a mum to 3 wee sunbeams of my own that I now understand why.
Happiness is a Sunbeam 