Relaxed

I love this photo taken by my 7yo. She staged, arranged and snaped. Unfiltered.

I am joining up for Wordless Wednesday with My Little Drummer Boys

and Twinkle in the eye

What I wore: My 40th birthday party

Last night I celebrated 40 with a bang. Burnt Orange served endless plates of delicious Tapas and we were bursting at the seams. There was lots of loud laughing coming from all ends of the room and too much champagne poured.

I completely loved my Kitten D'Amour dress. It was so fun and playful. I teamed it with a strutting pair of Pinkinc heels. I found these at Myer reduced from $189 to $28. The price made me love them even more.

Thanks to the lovely Mrs BC's House of Chaos for the centre top photo.

The 20s, 30s and 40s

As you probably already know, my 40th birthday is only days away. It has got me thinking about the last few decades.

The 20s - The Selfish Decade

The twenties were all about me. I broke off an engagement with my teen sweetheart. I met my love, I worked long, long hours for law firms that didn't give a rats. I wine and dined clients, lost nights in nightclubs with friends and ate too many rich meals in restaurants.

My heart was broken when my father died suddenly at 49 years old. This was my first taste of death and the biggest shock of my life.

I got engaged and married.

The 30s - The Mummy years

I had a miscarriage shortly after I turned 30yo. It was only then that I realised I wanted children. I had my first later that year and my second when I was 32yo. 

First there was Stompy...

..then there was Mimi.

I discovered that I enjoyed running and I wasn't complete crap at it. I competed in fun runs and even won a medal.

We bought and sold a few houses. This was our first house and it was barely bigger than a shed. We were so proud of it.

My girls grew up a little, started school and found their own personalities.

 We holidayed and partied

 With my gorgeous niece on Coronet Peak in New Zealand

(Pretending to be JLo and Marc Anthony but not quite pulling it off)

And spent a lot of time with family.

I can't begin to tell you how much I am looking forward to the next decade, because they seem to keep getting better.

Sunday Morning

Sunday morning usually starts with my husband walking around the house singing and attempting to motivate everyone to get up, get dressed and get to bootcamp. Don't get me wrong, I love bootcamp, I love my husband's happy songs but I also like to wake up slowly and drink two cups of coffee.

6.30am One cup of coffee later, we were down the beach with the Dimitri from Trainers by the Bay to kick each others arse. Bootcamp brings out my inner tomboy and competitiveness. I would hate me. Dimitri was kind enough to pose for some photos. 

What I love about bootcamp is that it combines my three loves. Family, nature and exercise. If only there were a way to include food and wine then it would be perfect.

8.30am Showered, dressed and sitting in Church. I decided to pack away the tomboy and be girly. I broke out my pretty, Italian brushed gold necklace and earrings. My husband picked these up in Germany. I love the delicateness of them.

Like teenagers, we both giggled when we saw the word Jesus because it reminded us of this photo we saw earlier in the week.

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10.30am At home eating warm hot cross buns with oozing melting butter.

12.30pm Blogging with children breathing in my ear whispering about grumbling tummies.

Enjoy the rest of your Sunday