Building

We went to the beach today and Craig helped the children to build a house from wood washed up on the tide. Tied at the top with old fishing nets and seaweed. A draughty design but filled with warmth as the three of them huddled inside watching waves approaching.



Watching him at times like this I feel so pleased that I made the effort despite the torrential rain and walked down the aisle twelve years ago tomorrow. Twelve years on and still tying knots, building, creating...



Goodness, married for twelve years! I feel old!