Waking up to the moment when the sun starts to rise and shares the sky with the moon is pretty amazing. Found this- taken awhile ago and it reminds me of  that whooosh feeling of when you finally realise why you endured 40km of hiking, a bed of stones and luke-warm soup. To stand on top of a mountain and watch everything come alive.

In such an odd mood! I guess I had another whoosh moment today, when R sat on his own (open) box of pasta during our lunch break. For some unexplainable reason cleaning the squished pasta off his jeans whilst choking on my own laughter made me realise how much he means to me. Cue saccharine trilling violins. True, though!