Came Home Like A Stone.

Last night we stopped off at Bar Italia in Leichardt. I first took Dave there when we became girlfriend/boyfriend, all those years ago.

We always order the exact same pasta dishes, then finish with chocolate and banana gelato. It's a family tradition.

It was still light so we took the guys to the park and Dave pushed them on this swing until Rocco cried and Max fell off.

The boys cheered at the planes flying overhead and we were all so happy, so very off-the-cuff spur of the moment happy.

Found Wile E. on our way back to the car.

WHO'S THIS GUY MUM WHOOOOOO?

We piled in the car and when we got home I slept for ten hours. My spirit slept for a hundred years.

Woke up feeling so renewed and powerful all over again. Decided to stage my own comeback. Bring it on, life ... what else ya got?