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Finding Normal in the Not-So-Normal
It’s been a little over a week since my last post, and honestly, I don’t even know where to start. Some days it feels like we’ve been here forever; other days, like we only just landed and are still fumbling around trying to find our feet (and the nearest decent loaf of bread). I’ve been…
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What I Packed for Kenya: The Good, the Bad, and the Utterly Useless
Packing has never been my thing. My ADHD executive dysfunction doesn’t allow me to separate logic from emotion.. so when I started filling boxes for Kenya, the things I wanted to keep had no connection other than panic or sentimentality. We decided to rent the house out (I’ll do a whole blog on that rollercoaster),…
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The Faces Of Friendship
Some people aren’t meant to walk the whole road with you.And that’s not always a tragedy. We grow up thinking friendship is a forever thing, that the ones who made us laugh until our cheeks hurt at fifteen will still be sitting beside us in rocking chairs at eighty. And sometimes that’s true. But sometimes,…
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Birthday Eve reflections
Tomorrow I turn 33. And as always, the birthday blues have made their quiet entrance… Birthdays have never been just a day for me. There’s something about this moment.. standing at the edge of a new age that makes me spiral. What have I overcome this year? Who am I now? Why do I still forget to…
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Healing Out Loud (Even When No One’s Watching)
People notice when you start changing your life. At first, they comment on the visible stuff.. the way your arms are more defined, how your skin’s glowing, how you suddenly seem lighter. And it’s lovely. Really lovely. (Even if you don’t quite know how to accept it without feeling blush.) But then, once in a while,…
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You Are Not Who They Say You Are
It’s a rare child-free night… quiet, still, the kind of silence that feels like a deep breath. Tomorrow, I’m photographing a big, beautiful wedding, but tonight, I’ve got time to just be. No one asking for snacks, no laundry calling my name, no Roblox background noise. Just me and the sudden realisation that when we finally…
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I met my younger self for a coffee today…
She rushed in. Flustered, cheeks pink from the cold, or maybe from the panic of being late. I don’t even need to ask; she’s already launching into an excuse, layering it with just enough detail to sound convincing. Traffic. A last-minute errand. Something out of her control. But I know the truth. “It’s okay,” I…
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A birthday letter to Erin
Happy 9th birthday, my miracle girl. My firstborn, my heart in human form. From the moment I first held you in my arms, I knew you were special. You were the start of everything. The beginning of this incredible journey of motherhood. You are my apple, not far from my tree, and yet, entirely your…
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Time Flies When You’re Having Fun!
They say time flies when you’re having fun, but they don’t mention the whirlwind of emotions it leaves in its wake. Dan’s time here was brief, yet so full of laughter, connection, and moments that felt like home. But, because life isn’t a movie where everything ties up with a perfect bow…there were also moments…
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Two little sleeps
A month ago, this felt impossible. When we held each other in the kitchen hours before he set off for the airport, the idea of a whole month apart was too big to process, so I shrunk it down into daily tasks, school runs, editing marathons, and countdowns on the calendar. And here we are……
The Bakers Adventures 