Tuesday, 25 August 2015

Hobbiton | NZ 02

As we drove out of Auckland in our hire car we suddenly felt this sense of freedom. We had a full tank of petrol and an open road before us. The GPS was leading us to our new destination and we had more than enough time to get there, giving us the option to stop whenever and wherever we wanted.

We were going on an adventure!

The hills rolled by us creating all different and unusual shapes and we made up stories of how giants lived under the soil, the grass acting as their blanket, their sleeping bodies creating the hills, mountains and valleys before us. A story to tell our children one day perhaps?

On we went, travelling up and up and as we turned around the bend there it was - Hobbiton. Tiny little hobbit holes lay in the hills, dirt paths joining them all together. Their doors were painted in vibrants reds, blues and yellows and their windows were adorned with flowers. It was a movie set but it wasn't fake. The trees were real, the vegetables were real. I was half expecting Gandalf to come trotting along on his horse and buggy, lighting fireworks as he passed.

We walked around in our tour group and stopped at every little door as we learnt about the making of the Lord of the Rings films and tested our own knowledge on the subject. We joked that this little town was made for me - a small village for a small person. I didn't mind the joke at all. I would live here in a heartbeat.

Our tour ended at the Green Dragon Pub, where we indulged ourselves to apple cider in front of the warm and crackling fire. We felt like we were in a different time, a different world. Everything was at peace and peace was within us and we were sad at the idea that we had to leave.

But leave we did, and we continued to quote Bilbo, Legolas and Aragorn as we made our way to the beautiful (yet smelly!) Rotorua.

Saturday, 22 August 2015

Half a decade and a whole lot of love

I can't begin to explain what it's like to do life with you and maybe that's because words are incapable of describing everything that 'we' are.

It's been half a decade of love between us and I'm blown away by how much I continue to fall deeper and more madly for you as each year rolls by.

Do you remember the first time we hung out? The time you drove over and picked me up the night before my birthday? I was sad and had been crying and I was telling you all about it over msn when you told me to stay put, that you were coming by. We went for ice-cream that night and we drove around our local streets talking for hours before pulling up in front of my house where we waited until midnight so you could wish me happy birthday.

We were just friends then. We didn't have any feelings for each other. We barely even knew each other but something that night sparked a light in my heart and I couldn't let you go from then on.

I still can't let you go.

Thank you for loving me with all that you have. Thank you for loving God more deeply than anyone I know. I'm so unbelievably lucky and it scares me to think how much of my heart lies with you.

We have so much more life to live together. SO much more. It excites me and makes me smile and laugh like a little girl when I think about it. You literally make me feel like a high schooler, the butterflies still haven't gone away and I hope they never do.

I love you Stephen. Happy 5 year anniversary xx

Photos courtesy of Maz Pederson as a part of the James Day Photography Workshop.

Tuesday, 18 August 2015

Auckland | NZ 01

It's been a while hasn't it.

The days are rolling into weeks and before long Spring will be upon us and my hay fever will go into overdrive.

Its been two weeks since I've been back home on the shores of Oz and with my arrival has come copious amounts of work, emails, catch up and cuddles, all of which are things that prevent me from getting to my computer and hitting publish on a blog post.

I feel calm today though. Even while the ideas and the stresses dance around in my brain, I feel a sense of ease that is allowing me to sit here and talk to you about my most recent trip to New Zealand.

I can't put it into words how incredible our time in kiwi-land was. I felt intoxicated by the beauty New Zealand has to offer; it's flowing rivers, its snowy mountains, its long and windy roads. Oh how I would love to get lost amongst it once more.

On top of all this beauty, it was Stephen's first trip overseas. Everything was new for him and therefore new to me as I lived these experiences with him.

We started our journey in Auckland, a place I once thought was the capital of New Zealand, where we spent the day eating cafe food, getting lost in museums and finally finding ourselves on a ferry to Devonport where we watched the sun set over the city.

As a day alone, I guess you could say it was pretty uneventful. We didn't do too much but in ways this is what made the day perfect. You see, deep down I think we both were a little anxious. This was his first trip ever, this was our first trip together as a couple. I was scared things would change, maybe we would fight more, or maybe we would get bored of each other, or not have fun. I wanted to make things special for Stephen and he also wanted to make things special for me.

It's safe to say we had a case of the "overthinker blues" because none of those things happened. Our memories together only got better and better.

We sat on the grass of Mt Victoria in Devonport and lay on each others laps as the sun said goodnight. It was a perfect end to a simple day and it prepared us for the fun and adventure the next two weeks would offer us and boy can I not wait to share those stories with you.