Am surfing and blogging at 7am on a Sunday morning whilst my toddler plays with remote controls and my husband snoozes. I don't know why, but the most inane things are fascinating to an 11 month old. Random household items like tissue paper, wallets, keys, and (the most irresistible of all!) mobile phones. I tend to take a pretty Zen approach to the exploratory drive. Unless Sophie is doing something absolutely verboten like endangering herself or another child, then she's pretty much free to try out various experiments like "hey- what does this button do" or "what sound does this make when I bang it on the table" or "I wonder what this tastes like". Anybody who's hung around small toddlers before will know exactly what I'm referring to.
I am in a FANTASTIC mood. What a worshipful Sunday.
Yesterday Fabien and I went out for house-warming drinks followed by dinner at Morel's. The housewarming was organized by 2 junior guys from his company. They were doing something like the CSNE (like a civillian French national service, but you serve it by working in a French foreign embassy or company, it used to be a more academic alternative to compulsory military service, but it's now entirely voluntary). That really brought back great memories for Fab and me. 6 years ago he was doing his CSNE in Singapore, and I was completing my pupillage there. Looking at these 2 bright-eyed and bushy tailed 24 year olds gave us a lil flashback, we resolved to be a little more like them and go out and have fun more often.
And damn we did.
And I woke this morning joyful, and grateful, and I count my blessings and praise God. It is not an easy life (emotionally, not materially) being married to my road warrior husband, but it means I never take his presence at home for granted, and every time we're together it's Valentines Day all over again.
Postscript 3 hours later: Sophie gets to wake her dad up a bit later in the morning...