Saturday, 24 August 2013

Home Heart Happy

Life is not about regrets, but I think we all have one and PE is mine. 
I know now that Connor is African through and though and he is happy and content here. I know that holidays are different to real life but I think that's when you go somewhere new. SA does not count in that respect. This is my home. This is my son's home. 

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