In spite of the fact that it has.not.stopped.raining.for.one.single.moment, we’ve been having the most unreal week visiting my family in Coffs. It’s been quite unexpectedly fun to go away just the two of us*. We caught the plane up - the lowlight of which was you vomiting, the highlight of which was you getting it in the bag. LEGEND. You had the most glorious, heart warming, cuddle fest reunion with Roxy, and the two of you have not stopped grinning since. It amazes me, that after not seeing each other for six months, the connection between you is as strong as ever. Cousin love, so sweet. These photos were taken at the local butterfly house (where the humidity gave us it's own version of a vaseline lens). It’s amazing what touristy things you can find in your home town when it’s raining.
*The flipside of that is poor Shane is ever so lonely in Sydney without us (mostly you). And unwell to boot. Poor man.