To all mothers, grandmothers, carer of loved ones and single dads

To my mom,

How much I love you I can't say:
It's more than words can hold.
You're all at once my rich, red clay,
My potter and my mold.

Yours the words that shaped my voice,
The spirit within mine.
Yours the will that shaped my choice,
My fortune, and my sign.

How lucky I was to have had you
At the core of me!
Wise and good, you always knew
Just what I could be.

And so I came to be someone
Whom I could be proud of.
For this I give my swollen sum
Of gratitude and love ~ Nicholas Gordon

Sam, Ange and Iesha's Humble Abode

iLove!

They've done marvelously to their garden. I'm waiting to see what happens next year, with regards to my  job, time management etc... if I start work full time next year, I may not have the time to tend to the garden... may get someone in to do up the backyard too........ Don't worry, Mom, you will still have your vege patch.....

Double Happiness



Cake for Two!

Celebrating Danny's 16th and Iesha's 1st birthday at the end of last month.

Entrepreneurism

The sign Bryan wrote for his room door.

His way of earning pocket money without doing house chores...

 

His nest (on his bed).