James and Rach

One of my earliest recollections of pride was when I was allowed to hold my baby cousin James for the first time. I was finally old enough to hold someone else without being assisted by an adult; my tiny arms holding James tightly as he slept and I was pretty sure I was grinning hard.  I was momentarily given the position as his protector and I felt incredibly pleased with myself at the honour. This remains one of my earliest memories from childhood.

Today things are a little different.  James has a family of his own which he must protect and hold. The only thing that hasn’t changed is my sense of pride.  He did good and his family couldn’t be any more gorgeous.

James has a sweetheart of a wife named Rachel, two ridiculously cute daughters and a happy, chaotic life. He plays in a band, he is a complete metal head and loves his footy.  Rach on the other hand studies, is a promising writer and is also a absolutely fantastic Mum.  I get the sense that life is very full for James and Rach and that they would not have it any other way.

On a recent weekend morning, I went to visit James, Rach and their darling girls to bear witness to a joyous, hectic family Sunday morning breakfast.