Isn’t it funny how things can change. How we can go from a place of fear to a place of faith without really noticing it even happening. How we can long desperately for something and it feel so distant and then suddenly find ourselves with the very thing we’ve longed for without really giving it a second thought.
We’ve spent the last week in Spain visiting my sister. For the last few years this has been our summer tradition and so every year we come I find myself naturally thinking of how things were the previous year. This year marks a biggy for us. This is our last summer holiday as a family of three before very soon becoming four. I can’t help but remember how different things were a year ago.