Labour Day Weekend

It was that sort of weekend where you feel deliriously happy for two of the best people you know because they are engaged to each other.

It was that sort of weekend where pizza delivery felt right.

It was that sort of weekend where you knew people weren't perfect but at least they were trying.

It was that sort of weekend where you realised how much your temperamental firstborn inherited from you. Dear Russell, although you drive me nuts at once a day, you can be such an incredibly sweet boy.

It was that sort of weekend where you keep telling yourself, They won't stay little for long, before you know it, there will be dating, married and have families of their own. Treasure your time with them now.

It was that sort of weekend where a rainbow pops up after the rain and your kid, who sees a rainbow for the first time, asks for it every single day after that.