Dawn's Men

I'm tired.

Hello tired! I'm...too tired for dad-jokes.

At 32 weeks pregnant I am starting to find it very difficult to keep up with this beautiful blue eyed boy, especially now that nap time seems to be a thing of the past (not fair - I need naps more than he does now)!

Being an adventurous toddler, Robin has no self-preservation skills and gives me 10,000 heart attacks per day. Sometimes we don't even leave the house when it's just the two of us because I know the stress caused by doing so won't be worth it. He won't hold my hand for more than a minute before something catches his attention and he runs off, and being heavily pregnant I just can't keep up with him. I feel like a terrible parent 99% of the time. I'm trying my best but my best never feels good enough and I second guess myself constantly. 

We are Radiant

How we came to be

I do believe I mentioned during my last entry, A Kinder September, that Connor and I were lucky enough to have won a couple's photoshoot with Sarah of The Salty Sea blog. I am overjoyed that I can now share these images with all of you - Sarah is an incredibly talented photographer. She doesn't just capture moments in time, she captures the magic happening within them. There is warmth and feeling within her work that seems far too rare in this world.

Our Wild Hearts

Today I would like tell you all about the adventure my close friend Natalee and I shared together a handful of months ago. 

Last year, during the third trimester of my pregnancy, my husband and I happened quite by chance to stumble across a beauty spot very close to our home. It is located near Boscawen Park in Truro; which is a very popular area we have visited on occasion over the years. However, we had no idea this place was hidden so close by. That is truly one of my favourite things about Cornwall, it never reveals all of its secrets at once. It retains mystery and chooses what it wants to share with you and when. I never tire of it.

However, I am terrible at keeping secrets and I love to share. So, here we go...

A Kinder September

September begins on the same day of the week as December every year, because there are 91 days in September, October and November, which is a multiple of seven. No other month ends on the same day of the week as September in any year. 

There are times when existence itself can feel overwhelming. I hurt too easily - although I loathe to show it and the seemingly unceasing cacophony of thoughts, memories and ideas are just too draining...too painful, even. I would like to, on occasion, leave my head somewhere and come back to it when I've had time to recharge and leave the entire planet for a while to hide away from all the noise. Get away from that sense of something slowly closing over the chest and throat.

Now You are One

Meaning of the name Robin: Famed, bright; shining.

My beautiful little bird turned 1 on the 29th of August. For his father and I, it was a bittersweet day. Truly, it is  a wonder to see that he has grown so strong and confident  under our tireless care, but there is also disbelief in just how fleeting a year can really be. It is milestones like this that give me a renewed appreciation for photography - the power to pause time, to me, is my most cherished ability of all. I have a terrible memory and photography allows me  to freeze moments and look back upon them with perfect clarity. It is a magic power I will never willingly give up.

These sweet moments with this adored child are mine forever, and will be unmarked and unchanged with the passage of time.

 A year! I still cannot believe it. It only seems like yesterday he was just turning 1 week old.

Sarah in the Gardens

If you had told me last year that I would one day discover a people-craving extrovert within myself I would have laughed in your face. No...wait. That's a lie. I would have been far too shy to do that. I certainly would never have imagined I would be meeting and spending time with strangers on a semi-regular basis.

How glad I am that the walls I once surrounded myself with are crumbling. How freeing it is not to feel as if there are a million judgmental eyes always fixed in my direction. I can't tell you where this new confidence came from and neither can I pinpoint the exact moment it burst into existence, but as I mentioned in Here Ends Dinosaur I am forever grateful that it found me. So many new possibilities have come my way and I have met such wonderful people as a result.

Once of those people is Sarah of The Salty Sea Blog. You can read her journal entry about our day together here. She takes gorgeous photos and has an absolutely magical way with words. Not to mention, it is always rather fun to read two different accounts of the same event!

I would also like to apologise for the delay with this post - I want to make regular entries but I am finding it difficult juggling work and family life...but balance will come in time, I'm sure.

Hello. Here I am.

Something you should know about me: I do not like introductions. I certainly do not like having to do them more than once. I am about to demonstrate my dislike in full-force.

If you have already read my 'about' page, you do not need to read this blog entry.

First things first: I have an extreme aversion to writing content for 'about' pages.

I would liken the experience to being groped by a moist and sweaty stranger in the back of a pick-up truck*. Not enjoyable, and not something you would ever want to repeat. So, I better get this right the first time...and then swiftly forget this page exists.

*Purely hypothetical, I assure you.