Expats & Eskimo Kisses

Eskimo Kissing Uncle Gazza!

Sunshine outside. Not so sunshiney inside. We're sad. All my words run like sand through my fingers, leaving me with only the hard, cold stone of 'sad' clutched too tightly in my hand. But upon closer inspection, I see it's not a stone, but an old piece of dog sh*t. Yip - saying goodbye to our Soutified loved ones is just plain sh*tty. Hate it. So no more poetry or witty yarns from me today - just some photographs to rub salt in my wounds.

(That's what I wrote yesterday. And despite not feeling any happier about their absconding, I've at least had some time to see the flip-side: the happy side --- and that is this: that absence and distance highlight the reasons of why we love and adore them so deeply.)

Here are some pics from the 2 months they were home here on holiday.

Dave was the ONLY one that night who could perform
the miracle of teethbrushing! (Gary also proved
to be a magician in the medicine-giving department!)

Cheetah Education at Kragga Kamma Game Park

Gary visited us in Grahamstown for a night. 

Beachfront  Bye-Bye Breakfast, at Lav Vela's 

Yet another little miracle: Layla fell asleep outside the
circle of my arms: Dave, her flavour of the month!

This is one of a zillion couch-cuddles, morning/noon&night
(as you will see from the other pics below!)

It was mindblowing to see Layla scamper up the chair into
Dave's arms, throw her arms around his neck,
and announce - in no uncertain terms -
'I LOVE YOU!'

The night we got back to Grahamstown after The Big Goodbye,
Layla announced in the bath, in the gravest of toddler-seriousness,
'They must come back now.'