Forever

Thirty years ago today Mr Esther and I kissed for the first time and we have been together ever since.

Thirty years sounds way longer than it feels. At the time when we got together at ages 21 (me) and 20 (him) I already felt quite grown up but in hindsight we were so young! From day one it just felt right to be together and when we got married 7.5 years later it felt right as well; there were no wedding jitters whatsoever, there was just joy. New love has grown into a strong, steady and very meaningful love and yes, I fully realise how lucky I am to have such a smart, handsome, sexy, funny, tolerant, thoughtful partner and father to our children. It’s a lifetime together and I’m glad I get to share it with him. What Mr E and I have is forever and I very much look forward to our next thirty years. ❤️

Romance and success

Yes, it is exciting to see new Richard Armitage interviews appearing as Stay Close marketing starts to kick into gear. There was this video interview in a Hello article that I really liked and Guytly has just unearthed a second Richard interview for Stay Close. I was going to blog about that this evening and take screenshots to share and all but then real life excitement happened and overshadowed it all.

First off, Mr Esther dropped off mini me at school today and I thought it took unusually long for him to return. There were some traffic issues but he had also stopped by a florist on his way home to get me this…

The reason? His card said that he and I had moved in together 25 years, 4 months and 18 days ago and that means that as of now he has been very happily living with me for more than half his life! How absolutely loving and romantic is that? Mr E is not one for sentimentality and overt romantic gestures, his love is usually expressed more subtly, but then he does something completely surprising like this and my heart melts. I really hit the jackpot finding this man as my life partner so many years ago.

Then, at the end of the afternoon, after I had picked up mini me from school and we walked into the house, Junior met us with great news. We already knew that he had passed all his final vocational education exams that he resat in October and now his final assignments he had handed in more than a month ago have finally been approved as well. This means that he has now earned his diploma that he may pick up tomorrow! Junior can now wholly concentrate on his gap year and the choices he still wants to make for his future. We are very proud and happy parents today.

So, yes, fandom news is lovely but nothing beats personal romance and your child’s success.

A Sunday in autumn

We haven’t had a real chance yet to take a walk in the woods this fall… until now. Junior and mini me wanted to each do their own thing, so it was just Mr Esther and I. When we want to take a walk in the woods like that, we usually drive to the east of where we live, as there are lots of woods there. We love it there so much that we’re even thinking of moving to that area in a few years time. For now, it’s a 40 minute drive and then we get this (yes, we also stopped for a little bite to eat and no, I didn’t cut my hair, it’s in a ponytail as it has grown quite long)…

We’re pretty late with our walk, lots of trees have already lost their leaves, but it was still beautiful. Nourishing for the soul. We’re home now, waiting for the dinner we ordered, having a glass of wine and enjoying the fire in our fireplace. Not a bad way to spend a Sunday in autumn. 🙂

A witch for an evening…

Do something with witches, Herba encouraged in the latest Mach’ Was challenge. Two things spring to mind when I think of witches.

The first thing that springs to mind is one of my favourite children’s books that I used to read to my own children when they were small. It’s called Room on the Broom by Julia Donaldson, illustrated by Axel Scheffler. Here’s a lovely reading of that book on YouTube…

For my kids I always read the Dutch version…

It’s the story about a witch who picks up and helps some animals and lets them travel with her on her broom. When she in turn is in danger her new friends all help her. The kids loved that book, as did I. The text had a great rhythm to it and was clever which made it so much fun to read and we loved the illustrations too.

The second thing I think of when I hear the word ‘witch’ is that time 13 years ago when I was a witch for an evening. I had decided with a friend of ours that we should celebrate Halloween at our house for once. It is not a holiday that is normally celebrated here so we thought it would be fun to try it out. The kids dressed up as a vampire and a cat respectively and my friend and I dressed up as witches…

As witches and a vampire and a cat we tried our hand at carving a pumpkin…

That was harder work than we had ever thought. The end result was quite nice but it was the first and the last time I have ever carved one…

We played games, like the typical Dutch party game ”koekhappen” (take a bite out of a dangling piece of cake, in this case a donut, with your hands tucked behind your back) or the kids tackling Mr E as they liked to do every evening after dinner until they became too big and strong. Mr Esther is never one for dressing up but he did sport a fancy embroidered kippah we have and briefly also borrowed mini me’s cat ears…

As a witch, I did my best to stir my witch’s dinner brew in a cauldron…

And yes, at one point in the evening witch Esther also read the Room on the Broom book to the kids…

… which makes this post come full circle!

We never did such a Halloween celebration again, the kids had a few Halloween parties at daycare for a few years and that was enough. I do remember this one occasion and that book very fondly, though. Should I ever dress up for Halloween again, it will always be as a witch.

The fall has come

Earlier in the week we took a little walk in the woods where everything still looks quite green but you can see the leaves are starting to turn…

Last night we had stormy weather and it continued to be windy and rainy today. I’ve been busy the past two days with a job interview and volunteer work but today Mr Esther and I decided to make a day of it for ourselves. Well, more of an afternoon, really. We went to the beach of Scheveningen (Den Haag) where the North Sea was restless. It was quite a beautiful sight seeing the waves come in roughly. It looks quite peaceful in that first picture but it really wasn’t. There was a lot of foam coming off the wild waves.

When the rain came we went inside for a drink of nice, warm tea and then after we walked on to the pier, pelted by wind, watching the waves crash below us.

I was just about warm enough in my thinner spring and autumn coat but have now also dug out my winter coat, I’ll be much more comfortable in that now that the weather has turned chilly and fall really seems to be here.