So much to say ... so little time

Thinking about what I might write i feel like i have a lot in my head that I could share:

I could write about the fabulous little road trip the FoF just took, and how much I loved getting out into the open space with les enfants and seeing more of this place called WA - it really is very unique and never ceases to amaze me that 2 hours out of Perth and you really are ... not necessarily in the middle of nowhere ...but, in a place where there is nothing.

Or, I could talk about the forum I just attended this week where some Aboriginal people were sharing their heartbreaking stories of losing their loved ones to suicide - such as the mother who has begged the housing commission to move her because she can hardly bare to walk past the tree in her front yard where her son hung himself, and how all I could do was just sit and listen with my stomach in knots and a lump the size of a cricket ball in my throat (silently thinking of my own children and hoping that they never ever feel so bereft of hope that they could do such a devastating and final act). 

Then I thought about writing about the lovely man who bought our baby change table (the fact that I managed to sell something on Gumtree is worthy of a blog itself), whose daughter is having their first grandchild, and just the sheer joy and excitement in his face, and to think of that daughter and all her excitement and apprehension and remembering the feelings I had of all that unknown that lay ahead (and all you can really think about is the birth - when, really, it's what comes after that - you should worry about) and to think she is still so free and rested and so blissfully ignorant - and with 2 loving parents wanting to be so much a part of it - just made me smile.

But I think now I'll just go to sleep and keep a lot of what I could say for another time.