All Kinds of Happy

I have had some golden moments in the last couple of days. Moments that, if you could bottle them and breathe in their essence whenever you're feeling a bit down you would never need antidepressants. Of course the Sunday was one of those moments spending precious hours doing special things with one of my boys. Sitting down with him over breakfast just after the race, feeling so happy I could cry ... or laugh ... or both.

Yesterday I had another of those moments. It came in the form of an email from the Mum whose daughter I made swimmers for. Little Ivy was so excited to get the package and more excited to try them on and Mum was excited that they fit well and covered the port in her chest. Could they pay me? No!! Could they advertise me on their blog? No, I'm happy with my workload. Could they do anything in return? Well they did - they sent the most beautiful photos of little Ivy in the swimmers I'd made. And the feeling that those photos gave me was better than money.

See what I mean ...