I’ve been going to Cooks Beach since I was a baby, and my Dad has been going there since 1946. It was so exciting to take Rose there this weekend, to walk with her along the beach, to look at the oyster catchers with her, and spend time hunkered down in our family “bach” (holiday cottage). I’d been worried about the wild winter weather we’ve been having lately, but I needn’t have been concerned. The bach was perfectly warm with a few heaters, and it was really wonderful that there were so few people around. On several walks there didn’t seem to be a single other soul on the beach.
Rose also seems to be continuing to develop at a great rate. Tonight as we were sitting around the living room she turned her head to watch each person as they talked. She’s also looking more mature: more like a little girl and less like a baby. Most of it is in her face and in her expressions. I’m constantly amazed at her looks of comprehension and understanding where before there was blankness and bewilderment.
Tomorrow we fly back to Sydney. I’m excited about getting home and getting back into our routines. But I’m sad for Rose – and us – that we’re leaving our family behind. I’ve loved watching her with Mum, Dad, Anne, John, Nana, and everyone else. Rose has lots of people who love and cherish her in New Zealand, and in Sydney it’s just me and Chris. Haera ra.