I went searching for colour on the weekend and found it in bursts around the home.

It was heartbreaking to sit at the computer as big, happy sun-rays made their way across the backyard but the cups of tea and regular chats with Che made it a little easier to bear. Daniel took the kids out in the afternoon so I could write in the quiet. It was bittersweet, I tell you, knowing that they were frolicking in Sunday afternoon light.

In between the day-to-day tasks and the long list of stories that need to be written I’ve been thinking, planning and dreaming about our trip to Tasmania. It’s going to be wonderful, I just know it. I sorted out my woollens and I’m making sure I’ve got enough layers for the kids to wear. Che’s little feet have been treated to some adorable Jonah and the Girl kicks and I can quite confidently say that I love them as much as he does (have you ever seen a sweeter motif on a shoe?!)

This morning in class I encouraged my students to visualise their breath as colour, the first colour that came to mind, and to see that colour move down to and then away from their baby. It was nice to think of all those babies growing, surrounded by soft hues of pink, blue, yellow and lilac.

Che came home from school today and shared his first story of a girl crush. He told us that he kissed Kaia, that she’s really pretty and that she wears her hair in a bun “…just like you do Mum.” It was the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard, the most innocent, colourful words.