Magic Monday morning

This morning the girls and I were up early, as usual. We headed up to the Ku-ring-gai Chase National Park where my dad lives. After a warming cuppa, we stepped out on his boat and chugged around the Hawkesbury. The sun was shining, the sky was blue – a rarity in Sydney at the moment. It was so nice to just potter around and be, waving to the odd boat that passed on a quiet Monday morning.

The girls begged Grandpa to: "Go faster!" So we went faster, the wind blowing our hair and the cobwebs away. We stopped at Brooklyn for coffee, babycinos and scones and lounged in the sun. We then fanged back and the girls promptly fell asleep in my arms, despite the bumpy waters, icy winds and bulky life jackets. 

After we arrived back to the house and we recharged with vegemite sangas, Grandpa entertained the girls with some clarinet playing. They giggled in delight, twirled and skipped. When his serenade was over, Lil-lil remarked: "That was so beautiful, Grandpa."

A nicer Monday morning, I can't imagine.

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