Another year older!


They say with age comes maturity. I don’t know about that. To be mature you have reached the most advanced stage of a process, or are fully developed. I don’t think we EVER reach this point. Although we technically are fully grown by our late teens, we never really stop developing. We go through various stages of transformation throughout our life span. And this is pretty darn exciting because it means there’s room for growth!

It is my birthday today and I have had a few people comment on my age, especially when they find out that I am 37. Well, at least those who are older than me. I don’t know if they thought I was older due to our kids being a similar age, or if I look older than what I am. It is as if they suddenly feel older. I would hate to think that my age might affect someone in a negative way! I usually never say my age and often just refer to myself as ‘a few years short of 40’.

But today is different. Today I embrace that I turned 37. That I am 1 year older. That I am content with my life. That I am in love with life. That it took me 37 years to be in a position to say “c’est la vie”. That I am not afraid of a number. That everyday, good or bad, is a blessing. That I am me.

That’s life, come what may!


Day 2 2nd January – celebration

Family is everything! And this was once again reinforced over the new years weekend. We flew down to Christchurch mainly to celebrate my sister’s 40th birthday, but turned it into a 2 day long party. Late afternoon cricket matches, late nights card games, laughing, sharing stories, listening to my nephew play guitar while we sit around the fire taking in the quite surrounding, decorating cake, eating cake, going for walks, listening to the kids bond by playing board games and darts…the list goes on.

We were 17 people in one house, 8 adults and 9 kids. It was loud and busy, yet relaxing. No need to rush, no schedule to stick to, a go-with-the-flow type of weekend.


My sister’s best friend and I put the above cake together for her. The reason why I chose this photo to add to my dairy is because I learned a new decorating skill: making edible sugared rose petals. I had my doubts at first. I can’t say I’m a raw egg white enthusiast, but wow! After a few hours of air drying these delicate beauties, they were crisp as if touched by the cold winter morning frost.

They say sharing is caring, so here is the recipe we followed to make the sugared rose petals –

What I found pleasing about this, apart from learning this decorative skill, was my sister’s surprised reaction when she saw the cake and heard what we did. She was humbled and thankful, and that is what it’s all about. Giving, not receiving.