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 |   Another plate full of the meat and vegetables of my life. |
| Unlike the start of May last year, this one is presently enjoying a heatwave. It's almost a year to the day since my son first returned to England with his new wife, to miserable grey skies and record rainfall. Such a lot of water has passed under the bridge since then, so many things have happened it would be virtually impossible to remember or record them all. Today we've been over to their new house on the outskirts of Derby, admired their new home and furniture and been out for a Thai meal. On return, hubby and Paul set about a few DIY jobs in their house and I took Angel for a stroll in her pushchair. There's a very pleasant area at the back of the house with rolling green fields, pretty countryside and small parks. As I pushed a giggling Angel on the swings and sat with her on the roundabout I couldn't help thinking how in a million years I would never have believed destiny could bring this tiny stranger into my life. It's not Mother's Day in England; we celebrate that in March, but it was good to spend the day with family regardless. Tomorrow will be my mother's 84th birthday and it saddens me greatly to witness what is happening to her. It won't be a day of celebrations even if she does remember the occasion; more one of anxiety, confusion, heartbreak and fear for the future. But one day at a time is the promise I made myself. On returning to Paul's house I took Angel into the garden to enjoy the sunshine and keep her out of the way of the men. Ever the faithful son, Paul brought me a glass of wine and set up his iPod with speakers outside. Knowing me as he does, he selected the Robbie William's tracks. Angel adores music and is quite the little mover for such a tender age. As we danced and laughed on the lawn to Robbie, the words from his song 'Something Beautiful' filled the air. If you can't wake up in the morning 'Cause your bed lies vacant at night If you're lost, hurt, tired or lonely Can't control it try as you might. May you find that love that won't leave you May you find it by the end of the day You won't be lost, hurt, tired or lonely Something beautiful will come your way. As I looked at the lovely, smiling face of this little Angel starting out on her journey in life, the unlikely chances of spending a sunny, Sunday afternoon in the company of this loving little girl from 8000 miles away, when my heart is heavy with other worries, struck me again. At that moment for some reason my eyes welled with tears at Robbie's words. Something beautiful will come your way. |
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