I am officially the queen of internal processing. It has taken me two months to blog again, mainly because i've been sorting stuff out in my head first so i can wright somthing that vaguely makes sense. It drives Steve crazy (he is the king of external processing and would probobly blog twice a day, every day, if he ever realised that blogging was a good way to spend time). It has been an interesting journey, our marriage. In so many ways we are perfect opposites and often our gender-role-expectations are reversed (i often retreat into my cave and Steve chases after me to try to understand what's going on in my head). The best bits happen when we see each other as we really are, and then say "it's ok, i love you".

Megan, our angel, is growing cuter by the day. She is nearly walking, and saying understandable words like "neigh", "moo", "daddy", "two", "narna" (banana), "yes", and lots of unintelligable words as if she's conversing in another language (especially on her play phone). And, to my joy and delight, she has become far more affectionate towards me and her daddy with proper arms-around-the-neck hugs and kisses. It's great.

Jonathan, our other angel, is settling well into our family life. He's really good company, very well house-trained and makes us laugh alot. It seems as though he's a constant thinker too. Now if you were to ask me at a random point in the day exactly what i was thinking about you'd probably get a vague response because, even after a split second, I rarely remember what i think about if i'm in my own little world. He, on the other hand, will have sorted out world peace on the basis of fair trade chocolate and not eating meat (only joking Jon). It has meant that we've had some very interesting conversations about how and why things are done the way they are, and how they could be done better. It's very refreshing.

It's also nice having a bit of wales in the house as well. I miss it quite alot - the welsh sometimes call it hireith, a longing. But Steve and I feel that it's almost like a promise. Will we ever go back to live there? God knows, and it wouldn't be a hard decision to make, but we know that we are meant to be here in Bristol for the forseeable future, working out exactly what it means to follow Him.