6 am I awoke not to a bugle but to the wimpers of a thirteen month old. As I climbed the stairs to her room, I reflected how lucky we were to be safe and free – thanks to generations of brave and selfless men and women.
Upon seeing my face, our little Miss smiled and I smiled with gratefulness. Grateful for their sacrifice.
This image was captured years ago for the Archibald. It is still one of my favourite photographs captured and it is fitting that I share it today on ANZAC Day.
I finished the day baking ANZAC Cookies while thinking of the many mothers and wives who made them almost one hundred years ago. Lovingly baked and packaged for soldiers at war – for their fathers, brothers, husbands, uncles and sons.