We spent a long weekend at Mooloolaba celebrating a milestone. Daddy and I met 20 years ago in London on 5 April, 1994. It's a funny story about a hostel run by two crazy Yugoslavians and a chance midnight conversation that led to a breakfast date the next morning. Neither of us can really grasp the length of time, but we had a lovely weekend at the beach, in the pool, strolling the esplanade and hanging out together. Celebrating together.
Back home I'm looking through the photos and my favourite is one that daddy took on the morning that we packed up to come home. We stopped for a quick coffee, lounging on the leather sofas of an Italian restaurant as the rain poured and he captured this photo of you and I - together.
I know these moments won't last as you get older and bigger but for now I'm happy to have you climb up onto my lap, settle in to your comfy spot, my arms wrap around you. Together.
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