Big, little, medium size!
My family is big and gets bigger all the time.
It wasn’t always like that. We got married, had children, our children married and had their children and before you know it we have a dynasty.
That’s what it felt like today at a family picnic at a favourite place. A place we had been many times before. It was beautiful to see four generations of two families at a picnic to farewell Ella and her little one Joni. There were great grandparents, grandparents, parents and little children. The little ones, five little girls enveloped in love from aunties, uncles, cousins, mums, dads and the grey generation.
It was cold, so very cold. Six degrees. The air we breathed came out as smoke. We played the dragon game blowing out air that quickly turned to smoke like mist.
We shared, tasted each others treats, put marshmallows on sticks to roast over the open fire, spoke about the other times we had enjoyed here at this special place. Made even more special because years earlier we had scattered our dad’s ashes into the creek.
The sound of the water running over the rocks, rushing between the banks of the creek followed us as we walked along the path through the trees.
You could smell the trees, their fresh clean scent trapped in their leaves. Breathing in deeply we filled our lungs with their purity. As we got closer we heard the crashing noise of the waterfall smashing down over the rocks. The little ones were excited. “This is the biggest waterfall I’ve ever seen” said one. It was the only one she had seen but that didn’t matter as she watched the water glistening in the short burst of sunshine. A rainbow appeared from nowhere as we stood quietly watching the force of nature tumble down the cliff face.
For Ella who we said goodbye to, this will have been a special day surrounded by her family. When she returns with an older Joni she will be able to take her to the water fall and tell her this is where you had your first family picnic.