I knew straight away, when Big Ben chimed and the fireworks started to light up the sky of a brand new year the one thing I wanted to achieve in 2015 is to plant some roots.
2013 was the year we started to pull, ever so gently....tickled and teased until they started to give in. 2014 we well and truly dug up those roots, and with a heavy heart transported them 300 miles away from every thing they had known as 'home'.
And now, in the glorious year of 2015 my plan is to plant those roots again, nurture and protect, to see them blossom fully and feel like they have a place...a place they can call home.
Last year was about being
the year before that was to be more
...be brave. And so to 2015 and to finally finding a place we can call home. A place where we can put down our 'Roots' and watch them grow.
*no ears have been pierced. We have a strict rule of 'wait until you're thirteen!'...these are the stick on variety. A Christmas treat.