Thursday, September 24, 2009

Grandma


I suppose Ryan might not remember this holiday when he's older but if he remembers one thing about it, I hope it's not the beach, not the Opera House, not the Harbour Bridge, not the cold spring weather, not the red dust storm that hit the first morning we were there, but the precious time which he spent with his grandma.

This is him and my mum feeding the wild birds in her backyard.

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