Fridays often see me a bit upbeat but drained at the same time.
Last Friday was no different. Tired from the week’s draining drone of drudgery but upbeat with what the weekend had in store. I finished up a tad early and headed to Chisolm. Kiddo and her mob as well as Tress, had been there a few hours earlier. We were prepping for the little one’s 1st party. I got there around 4.30pm, and helped with getting the local community space ready and early on Saturday morning, we quickly walked the little fella before heading down to Chisolm and had a good coffee and a piece of delicious from the L’epi bakery there.
The party was a hit. The kids had a romping time and both Abby and Zoe, the star of the show, enjoyed the occasion. It has been over a year since we moved up to the bush capital and while 4 Dec was the actual date I moved up, little Zoe’s birthday felt like the more distinct marker. It was her arrival that prompted our departure from Melbourne and had us on this little journey to this bush city. After all these years of living out my personal mantra of making decisions that opened up options, I moved in the opposite direction and pushed the pegs of my tent on this little ground that closed up options in many ways.
I guess options mean less as I crash through the floor of being at the less popular end of the ageing spectrum. Past 60 now, options mean less, much as they remain important. The choice that goes against my personal belief brought joys of being with Kiddo and her mob, and of seeing and experiencing those joys in the face, voice and demeanour that Tress demonstrates daily.
Thanks, Zoe (I think). May you continue to grow in stature and wisdom and be in God’s favour (and man’s).
Ante 