A Hard Decision

 Jack looks at us so trustingly and smiles at us so innocently.

What a hard decision it is for an entity, to choose a life, knowing that for a while he will be totally helpless, relying completely on others for his life and survival. Maybe choosing a life is the bravest thing we do...and maybe having a baby is the bravest thing we do, knowing that we are solely responsible for it's survival.  

The sweetest smile.

The sweetest Granddad.

Jager's Walk

Tony and I are usually out and about together but yesterday while he was at gym, I took myself to Jager's Walk, otherwise known as the Cat Walk, and as it was a beautiful day, lingered lazily on one of the many benches scattered all over the walk.

I watched the ocean, and listened to its hypnotizing voice, feeling the wind, breathing, being, and the sea became familiar, like an old friend that has always been a part of me and I it.

 I sat there a long time, quietly, peacefully, and absorbed it all while sinking into the mystery.

I silently celebrated the luxury of having time and being able to be part of this truly inspiring scene. 

I walked to the end of Jager's and up the steps which cross the road, to see the views from there. The area is called Sunny Cove and it is built up with all types of houses on the mountainside. It's a very pretty, quaint sight and at night when the lights go on, it has a particular magic.

The train runs next to the ocean while it winds its way to Simons Town and when it goes past, it rattles one's heart as it is so close. Sometimes people hang out the windows and wave at all the walkers on Jagers. It always feels friendly, fun and warm.  

Fish Hoek is surrounded by mountains and these are the ones on the North West side of the village, incorporating Chapman's Peak. Lovely to live in a valley where the mountains feel like great protectors all around you.

I had tea at the little bistro on the beach and had fun watching people, and then it was time to meet Tony.
Feeling light-hearted and happy I toddled off to walk to the gym.

A Champagne Celebration for Jack

On Friday evening (April's Fool Day) Joel and Cathy decided to have a little celebratory get-together for Jack. As Caroline was visiting them at that time, they thought it would be a good time to have it then. Their Aussie friends, Kate and Crusty, were there with their two little children and we were able to meet them after having heard so much about them. Jack was dressed in his new 'suit' and looked, as Joel says, ruggedly handsome! Cathy says 'sweet', I say 'cute', Tony says 'magnificent young male'.

Tony held him (like he was holding a platter of some kind) and the smiles kept coming (from both of them) as Tony told Jack about how he would take him to a pub as soon as he could walk and how they would do the Two Oceans Cycle Race together when he turned five and how he would show him all the 'beach babes' when he got to twelve. No wonder he was smiling!

Yeah...I'd love to do that! 

What Tony's telling him now I couldn't hear, but from Jack's face, probably more promises of great things to come.

Cathy was happy to have her friends around and have a bit of her 'old self' time, with laughter, champagne, snacks, music and general 'chilling' together. It was lovely and the snacks, prepared by Joel, were just heavenly.

No champagne for Jack yet, it's bottles and breasts for him.

While Jack's celebration was under way he slept peacefully amid the noise, unperturbed and undisturbed.

Mama Cat.

As I said before, the snacks were really, really delicious!

And Tony had lots of beer!

And the Moms did what Moms do!

And three generations.