Sixteen years ago, life pretty much sucked round these parts. Anthony had just had surgery to remove a tumour from his spinal cord. In the few weeks before she was born we went to hell and back (and back again). I won't go into details, that's a another story and this isn't the time, or place. I'd rather not get too personal here - if I start now I'll be trotting out stories about my ingrown toe nails etc before you know it! It's all about the mystery (darlink).
Needless to say, Annabel's birth was that lightness all those do-gooders say you are supposed to find in the darkness.
I know she looks a bit moody in this pic - put that down to teenage posing. She is so funny, a crack-up! Her impersonations are legendary. I have been known to wet my pants more than once while she's 'entertaining us'.
(what was that I said about mystery?)
These pics were taken on Sunday, we were on our way to Annabel's favourite restaurant (here, if you're interested).
Here's one of the three of us with me trying to look natural (ie. not like I've got a carrot shoved up my you-know-what, to quote Adelaide)
I do not know what 'look' Anthony was going for?!
Here's a couple of the girls taken at the restaurant. It's beautiful up there in the hills of Perth.
It's either love or hate, there's nothing in between with those two!