SEVEN MILE BEACH

Kesh and I love family. We are from big family families. Most people think we are Catholic, cos you have to be, right? More than five kids...Catholic fo sheezy.

When we first discussed our own family and the ideal number of children, Kesh’s was eight. Hmm.

I’m not sure about eight but I do love the little cubs.

We hung out with the Vinsons this weekend. Kesh is a Vinson – they aren’t just some family we met. We know them, real well.

This beach is called Seven Mile Beach. It’s like seven miles long and you should visit. It's the business.

MAXIMUS

Max enjoys being held, being fed, opening and closing doors, being cute and impressing old people with his walking and talking.

Max does not enjoy going to bed early, long drives or sand between his toes.

The Little Guy

I like the little things. They often get overlooked for no good reason, other than they are small. And that's not good enough.

Someone has to stick up for the details, the keepsakes and the things that sit on benches, or have been hung on walls for as long as your house has been your house.

Give these little guys some extra love and attention.

Easter

Road trips are becoming a regular thing for Kesh and me. Our little Subaru has clocked well over two hundred thousand kilometres. This time around we loaded our two dogs into the back of the wagon and headed up the Coast, then back to Sydney so we could get Easter with both families.

Easter is a special time. 

These snaps are from Tuesday at the Vinson’s. Wood fired pizzas, Easter egg hunts, kids, Disney movies, afternoon naps and conversations with Oli.

In the end, we loaded our pups into the wagon once more and headed back down the coast. It feels more like home each time we arrive.