I've been busy creating a beautiful life for you

A place where..

I want you to grow up with sunkissed hair and sand stuck between your toes
With eyes that reflect the Peninsula blue on a hot February day
A place where your ‘nooo’s’ end in pursed lip W’s and your ‘yeeehhhss’ in a stretched out smile.
Where kangaroos are considered locals
And possums scurry over power lines in the black of night
A place where the smells of eucalyptus and lemon myrtle waft through the kitchen windows
And we collect jasmine flowers to braid through your hair
A place where hanging with friends means Nippers on Saturdays
Followed by BBQ lunches and grass stained knees
Where the dads sizzle salmon with stubbies in hand
And kick balls with their children on a freshly cut lawn
A place where holidaying in Noosa with the swim up bar is ritual
But camping on the summer weekends is routine
A place where papa lets you pull your sleeping bags around the campfire
And shares his stories under the stars
A place where damp wetsuits curl around tree branches
And seashell collections line our campervan’s dashboard
A place where mama makes hot cinnamon porridge for breakfast
Then lathers your olive skin in factor 50
A place where wide brimmed bucket hats are school uniform
And bush walks are on the curriculum
A place where we learn about where vegetables come from at the local farmer’s markets
And a piping hot banana bread loaf rests on the kitchen bench most Sundays
A place where we acknowledge the traditional custodians of the land, waters and skies
And pay our respects and deepest gratitude to their elders
Who allowed our story to root and blossom on lands that were never ceded.

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