It all depends on YOU!

Do you ever long for a date or a special occasion to be here sooner that it is?  I used to do this, all the time....wish Christmas would hurry up and get here, or a party, or something I was looking forward to that was circled on my calender.  I would wish away my days.  I try not to anymore.

After my sister died I started to realize how special each day can be...if you want it to be....it all depends on you!  Time is precious.....I learned that the hard way through nursing our terminally ill daughter.  

When we found out Savannah would only live for a few more years, as heart wrenching as it was, I tried to make every day special.  Create some memory each day, even if it was just a little thing like reading a book to her and savoring her smiles she would reward me with.

Lately however, I've been homesick.....for Australia, for my family and friends across the pond...for a traditional, succulent roast lamb with roasted pumpkin and Aussie meat pies that ooze scalding delicious meat down your fingers......leaving you wanting more.  For my Dad's shy smile and little pat on the back he'll give me when I throw my arms around his neck.  And then there is my sisters four children who will have grown so much, both in their height and attitude.

     A famous Aussie Meat Pie......delish!

We have to wait until November to board the big bird that will transport us half a world away....and I'm finding it hard at the moment not to wish my days away.  But when I start to do this I have to make a conscious effort to remind myself that there will be many days ahead that I can cherish instead of longing for a day a few months away.


When the jumbo finally descends into Sydney, Australia, its exhilarating, the pilot always dips the wing and all you can see is sprawling suburbia with the bluest ocean surrounding the city...the Opera House and of course the famous Sydney Harbour Bridge with bustling traffic moving along it.  Over the P.A system on the plane they usually play "I still call Australia home" or some other ballad that makes me cry and long for my family.  And when the big bird touches down and screeches to a halt I smile amid my tears, knowing it won't be long and I'll see my Dad...and my friends.

         The view of Sydney Harbour with the Opera House and the Bridge we call the coat hanger! :)


So I'm struggling at the moment to practice what I preach and make each day count until then.  There really is no place like home and loved ones.  The simple pleasures of enjoying a meal together...or a hot cup of tea around our kitchen table now, makes me consciously stop and absorb the moment....and focus on being grateful for the special time I've been given.

So until November, I'll have to say a daily mantra to myself to focus on the here and now, the present day or moment and not wish I was elsewhere.  I know the weeks will fly by as they do and I also know there will be lots of fun times here before we leave.

Just last night I watched Dempsey in her funny little ways teach a thirty-five year old how to play chess....it made me smile and my heart fill with pride at how everyday can be special....it all depends on you!

     At "home" last Christmas in Australia....Me, Dempsey and Peter



PS;  Maybe I'll purchase some red patent leather shoes...close my eyes, tap my heels together and say "There's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like home........."


Hoping my blue cup will be filled with sunshine for the next forty-two days...but hey, who's counting! :) x


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