Because, Music #8

Because, Music #8

I like any opportunity to make up a new playlist, and last week I knew I needed one for the sunshine. When I would be in nothing more than a bikini, laying on a sun lounger with the view of a vibrant blue pool, a cocktail in hand and no need for a watch to look at time at all. And all I would spend my day doing, is listening to music, soft Summer sounds to keep me relaxed (and dozing too), and feeling like Greece is just the right place to be.

So I bring to you, some songs that I've picked out for my sunbathing playlist. Guaranteed these will be perfect for the flight too, and getting ready in the room for a night of cocktails, food and laughter. Actually, I always find a reason for my songs to fit into my life. And I'll be playing this on repeat. A lot...

Kygo - For What It's Worth
Lapsley - Love Is Blind
The 1975 - Somebody Else
Mike Posner - Be As You Are
Ruth B - Lost Boy
LIGHTS - Same Sea
Timeflies - Stuck With Me
Glades - Drive
MUNA - Winterbreak
Tim Legend - Hope
Mokita - Dreamer
Billie Eilish - Ocean Eyes
Gavin James - Book Of Love
Wet - Weak
Tom Misch & Carmody - The Last Song
Ryan O'Shaughnessy - Fingertips
Lapsley - Falling Short

Pour yourself a Pimms, get the legs out in the garden, and play this from your speakers. 
Summer, we're ready for you...
Life Lately...

Life Lately...

Firstly, we need to talk about all the cute in this photo. I mean, he may have those little beady eyes on me at 4am when he wants to sit on the back of my neck, and wonder why I'm not playing with him (I like to think though he's just checking I'm still alive..), BUT it's too cute to ignore even if the alarm isn't due to go off for another two hours...
I think there's now battle of the best breakfasts these days. What once was my speciality of potato waffles and avocado now has competition against 'The Super Breakfast'. I mean, it is very tasty and gives me heaps of energy but can it beat my waffle one? That i'm still debating. Although when it's brought to you in bed, then I guess actually, it's winning...
I sometimes travel with work (sadly it's not the glamorous kind) and when the sun is shining and the Yorkshire Dales are on the cards then I really don't complain. And it's become routine to stop in the Dales and check out a different view each time. Accompanying the trip with an awesome colleague, lots of frappes and the perfect driving soundtrack - I think I can get used to this.
I've been a little quiet this week on the diary front, so I've taken some time out for myself. I had a long hot bath one night, with the soft sounds of Ruth B in the background and only my thoughts for company. I had a night where I tidied up my clothes, and decided what I want to wear for holiday. And I had a night where I took myself to bed at 8pm, because I could. It was actually bliss.
Last weekend we took a trip to visit the Sassy Peas in Bournemouth, with the men too and had such a wonderful weekend. It was full of cider and cocktails, enough food to feed the world and more laughter than you can imagine. Time with these two awesome creatures, and their equally awesome other halves (and y'know #Timstagram) is how I love spending my spare time. Especially when your stomach hurts from laughing. At pointless things too.
This little things makes me chuckle more than normal. It seems that any space he can crawl into, he will. And just like any other cat, he loves his carrier bags! On this occasion, he refused to leave it and ended up asleep inside for nearly two hours... Even when I decided it was time for my bed, and shimmied him out of it, before putting the bag on the floor, did I receive a look of disgust from him. Before he took himself onto the floor, and back into the bag...
But you know what, I wouldn't have him and his perculiar mind, any other way.
A letter to my parents

A letter to my parents

To the both of you,

It's not often that we really thank our parents for everything we do, except for Mothers Day when we buy you the biggest bunch of flowers and take you to see a show, and Fathers Day when we treat you to a nice shirt and head out for dinner, but we never truly say thank you. Like really mean it.
For everything that you do.
After all, as a parent, you bring us into the world, and you bring us up. You teach us things to help live the best life that we can. And that, is a pretty important job.
Maybe the hardest too?
But actually, the most important job.

We grow up, and become who we are because of you. We look like you in many ways  and notice similar traits that we learnt and took from you. At a first glance, I look like you mama, with our dark sleek hair and slightly bigger noses than we'd like (oh and early grey hair..), but really I carry more similarities to you Papa with my natural curly locks that I got from you along with the unfortunate dry skin, and also, that thing called road rage...! I have my stubborn streak from papa, my way with words and my creativity and sometimes determination, yet I talk to everyone, I laugh and cry at everything and I over share, just like you mama. But I want to know, where did I get my over worrying, cuckoo land thoughts and gullible brain from? Because I'm really not sure on that one..
And actually, characteristics, genes and all, I don't mind all of these, because I'm a complete mixture of you both, and in my humble opinion that makes me feel pretty good (well, give or take a few health issues...). Getting older doesn't phase me with that.

Ever since Craig and I were kids, you've always taught us what I like to think of the right way in life. You made us realise that if we ever wanted something, we should not only go after it, but we should work hard to achieve and get it. Because just like that, life is all about working hard for what you want and we appreciate that. We value things so much more as we've grown ourselves and know that if we put our mind to it, we can do it. Whenever we wanted a new toy or gadget, or money for a McDonalds, you made sure we did our chores, and by doing those chores we were rewarded. Because we worked for it.
But you've never been pushy.
You've let us find our own paths in life, whether it's how you dreamt of your children's future or not, you've always supported our decisions in every aspect of our lives.
You've given us courage when we felt we lacked it and couldn't quite believe in ourselves.
You've always supported us and offered advice whenever we felt unsure on choices.
You've given us reassurance when we've doubted things.
But mostly you've given us love, in everything that we've done and continue to do.
And you've never ever given up on us when we disagreed with you, which was a fair few times... (because y'know, at nine years old we were totally right!)..
And I know, that, that is one of the things we're thankful of the most. Your love, support and the fact you've always been and hopefully will continue to be, our cheerleaders.
Just minus the outfits. I'm not sure your stomach would suit that papa...

We've had some times that have tested us, like many other families too, but when you look back on these moments, you realise they've only brought us closer. For the better.
And never have I realised, until them, just how strong you both are.
Whatever you're faced with, you've always dealt with it straight on. And with a smile.
Which inspires me, inspires us, to be like you.
We've learnt that whatever happens, happens for a reason and the best way to deal with things is by seeing the positive in everything. Even when you know that life is completely about to change.
You take things with a pinch of salt.
You deal with it calmly (OK, mama, sometimes, not so much...) and consider all options.
You realise that life is incredibly precious.
And you tell yourself that you're still here, in this life, which is the most important thing.

To me, that is what makes me most proud of, to call you my parents.

Your gratitude, your kindness, your humour and your warmth to everyone around you. Your appreciation and gratefulness for everyday, regardless of any situation. Your love and devotion to others, your motivational attitude and your pride for everything you do. And the fact, that you just, always smile. Even when things get tough.
That, is such an incredible thing. The best qualities in you both.

And how you work together, always. You're always there for each other, no matter what.
I hope to be like you mama, when I'm a mama myself one day, kind and caring (apart from when we were ill...) and always there when we needed you, and I want to make my children proud, be an inspiration to them, and live a life just like you papa (maybe without the hospital visits..).
And I hope that if I have a love like you two do, when I'm older, then I'll be a very content woman.
You both inspire me in more ways than imaginable, as individuals and as one.

And no matter how many times I thank you, tell you that you're both wonderful people and the best parents I could ask for, you will never truly realise, just how much I mean that.

All my love, always,

"Families are like branches on a tree. 
We grow in different directions, yet our roots remain as one"