Life is good and for that I am grateful. So grateful it can sometimes border on guilt - guilt for not being able to scoop my family up and have them experience this beauty through their own eyes. That instead of shovelling snow or dealing with the grey Boston winter they can experience the magic of an Australian summer, that my nieces could be able to play by my side in water so clear that I have to remind myself that I'm not on permanent vacation. There is so much beauty where I grew up, so many wonderful experiences that I miss daily but I've realised lately the need to understand and appreciate the privilege I have in living in such a stunning country.
It was Jimmy's recent 30th birthday that reminded me to always be full of gratitude. I love birthdays. I'm not a huge advocate of my own celebrations, that attention I'd gladly have focused elsewhere but I love to celebrate others and in this case it was a big milestone. After a dinner with his parents on the actual day and a night celebrating at the pub with friends I had arranged a surprise getaway for the beloved birthday boy. Our weekend started out with a well deserved couples massage at the Four Seasons (which let's face it was more of a gift for myself than for him but who's counting. It's the thought that counts right?) before heading up the coast to an incredible place I scored on Airbnb at the last minute. It was just a studio apartment but felt as if we were worlds away from any care in the world. We swam at the beach, he surfed, I read books, strolled into Palm Beach and secretly wished we never had to leave. We listened to the waves crash below, drank champagne, slept soundly and toasted to a new decade and new adventures that are just around the corner. Happy birthday my love, so grateful for you, always.