Sunday (photo) sessions

Today was a proper Sunday. Complete with freshly made coffee, eggs on toast, papers spread out and just the hint of a struggle to get out of bed. Luckily the little fish must have understood my need for a little extra rest this morning as he managed to sleep in too, to the point where we had to go and wake him up after we got up.

I think he was worn out from a evening with Aunty 'O' as he managed to sleep through the night as well. Fantastic timing really as after two nights out in a row, I've realised that a) I'm getting older and b) there's a reason people are doing Febfast.

We had a wedding to go to yesterday, a gorgeous outdoor event at a winery. I love weddings, even more so since I've been married. I know people don't have to get married in this day and age, but there's still something really nice about watching two people stand up in a room of their closest friends and family and proudly declare their love for each other and their ambitions for a future ahead as a couple.

It's been nearly three years since we got married and I'd do it again in a heartbeat (although my dress probably wouldn't agree at this point in time). H managed to sleep through the ceremony, but woke up for the photos afterwards. I'm a little bit excited at having my camera back in working order, so I might have taken quite a few pics yesterday!

The flower girl was definitely the highlight of the evening - she took to the dance floor long before the rest of us had worked up the courage and also took over the microphone at one point to sing 'twinkle twinkle little star'!

My little fish is an intrepid explorer. He has been busy climbing, crawling and tasting his way through the world his week. I love this set of photos  - the joy of figuring out that you can fit through spaces that your parents can't definitely shows!

Sometimes I can't quite believe how lucky I am to have the life that I do. The paper today really brought that home to me with an article about the inspirational Debb and Chris Meyer - parents who lost their tiny boy Xavier after he was born prematurely. Please stop by the Bears of Hope website to see some of the great work that the organisation is doing for other parents out there in similar situations.

Anyway, enough rambling from me today. I'm off to read as many stories as I can before the little fish gets sleepy as a pre-emptive strike against the guilt I feel about leaving him overnight for the first time tomorrow. Wish me luck!