Magical start!

Magical start of the day
It's Sunday, writing this, and I woke up to a magical start with sunshine and warmth. It was that kind of soft and gentle warmth that fondles your face when you step outside.
I stepped outside immediately, of course, to experience it. Then I brought the dog out for a walk and we enjoyed the morning so very much together. After the recent visit of snow, we're even happier to see these rays, these gorgeous slivers come back.

Ill boy again. Marcus stayed home Monday-Thursday 

and I stayed home Friday.

Good thing he can think of things to do. He now is focusing on

details in the pictures he color.

Getting thrilled by the results!

He is in himself a soul remedy, just as his big brother is.

I enjoyed my ill-day at home with him.

It is not only I who recognize that spring is making a slow entrance. Again.

Making magic

I baked The Boy cookies that he felt was "like nothing he ever tasted" and we thought we had a piece of magic every time we ate them. To think there's magic in some coconut and raspberry jam!

Magical - maybe - is The Boy's favorite song also... A goofy, crazy guy singing these songs that stick like glue to your brain! He loves them and hubs and I, we sing them and whistle them even though we don't want to..! We roll like that, these days. We're alright here.

Magical touch!

The dog is smitten by the magic...

"Gimme, gimme, gimme..."

Getting better. Will go to school Monday.

To drop over dead for.

Waking up to this, an ordinary Sunday is to wake up in Nirvana.

"Come fly with me, com fly away" - a little fly made me so happy!!

Sunday breakfast with my boy.

I wish you a magical start of the week. I keep my fingers crossed that where ever you are in the world, sun finds you, joy of friends finds you and love finds you. I sincerely hope you'll manage to notice all the grandness around you.

It's funny with instagram, since I started doing that I look even closer to see the world around me. Sometimes I feel I ought to put a pic up and I start looking for something to shoot. I always find it - there's always something around me worth noticing.

Noticing the small things is noticing the world.

I keep my fingers crossed, also, that the week will come dazzle me. Happy Monday!

"The sunny side of the street"

Metamorphoses
Changing, evolving, developing - call it what you will but it keeps happening, whether you like it or not. The last couple of weeks, or maybe months, I've been feeling it clearly: I'm changing. Ever so softly, warmly and gracefully (at least I'd like to tell myself that!). I'm turning into this Me 4.0 I joked about in december.
It's not the age-thing it's something else.

Turning 30 I was in another phase: I was finally gathering some confidence up to start feeling like maybe I was competent, maybe I did well at work and maybe I could have a career.
Six years later I got my first position as a leader.

At 39 I got my second position as a leader and funnily somehow now the private me wants to get some attention again. Go figure!
I'm cherishing some other things these days.

I love my work and I feel good knowing I take it to the max every day - couldn't ever have it any other way - but more stuff are starting to spin up in this 40 year old mind...

Spinning on end: the love in my boy's eyes <3

Spinning for sure: The Boy and the dog: hectic, intense and energetic folks..!

These flowers are april bloomers i.e. early bloomers. I, myself, must be ranked something of a late bloomer.

As you plainly see - this IS the sunny side of the street.

Sunny side.

The finishing line
Who knows what will be at the finishing line? You get more confidence for each year, making all sorts of mistakes and making all sorts of goals.
If my 20-30 was about staying alive, giving my absolute everything keeping my son as safe as I possibly could and 30-40 was about career and mending a trashed confidence, then what will my 40-50 consist of?
And my 50-60?

Isn't life exciting?!

Who'd have thought being 40 would also mean walking on the sunny side of the street?

People in my country in full bloom in the fantastic weather.

This one has been blooming since day 1.

And I much rather bloom late than never, taking a well deserved stroll on the sunny side of the street.

"Grab your coat and snatch your hat, leave your worries on the doorstep.
Just direct your feet to the sunny side of the street.
Can't you hear that pitter pat and that happy tune in your step.
Life can be so sweet on the sunny side of the street".