The last week or so in France was not overly photographed. We feasted and drank and spent time with cousins and aunties and uncles and went on walks and took in the Christmas lights and soaked up the festivities. We visited friends in the Pryenees, had wheelbarrow rides, gave an almost two year old his first hair cut, someone had the best day EVER with an uncle who just happens to be a fireman (we're still hearing about it), and mama did some baking for the troops. We slept in, we ate and laughed and danced in the kitchen to Michael Jackson and enjoyed the Christmas loot.
And then we arrived, hazy and exhausted from the long flight from a French winter to a Melbourne day of 41 degrees. sheesh.
But oh it's so good to be home.
It was hard to leave, and it's not easy to be so far away from family, but I have missed our own little space and the delights of home (ah, Melbourne coffee). Now we just need to get through these days of foggy jetlag and back into our rythm. And on into the beginning of a new year.
Wishing you all a very happy 2013...
(sharing with Em and her weekly stills)