My/our youngest daughter Emma, and her husband Luke, (Ruby and Poppy May’s mummy & daddy) have always been a private couple. Not given for pushing themselves out front; (a bit like me 😈 ) not into facebook rubbish or Twitter.
I might have told how, when they decided to get wed, the idea of a big wedding and all the stuff that goes with it didn’t appeal, so they very quietly slipped over to New York/Manhattan and got married there. no fuss, no nonsense.
We were given a photo, taken after the ceremony. Lovely picture but I don’t think they’d appreciate my putting into a post, so you’ll just have to take my word for it.
They did want to move to New York and applied for the ‘Green Card’, but for some reason they were denied it, funny mob the Yanks, a young couple, university educated, financially secure, who would not have been drain on the US economy were not acceptable.
Luke’s elder brother has settled in the US, well he lives and works in Hawai’i; like Luke he’s a sports journalist by profession, and was with Fox Sports on the Tele, last I heard. Luke has progressed up the chain from sports journalism; and is fortunate enough to be with a reputable newspaper, not a murdock rag.
He’s with the SMH and doing very nicely.
Some may recall back in February, I did a post, “Holiday Time…again” – with Ruby and Poppy May sitting ‘neath the “Big Banana” at Coffs Harbour, when they went north to Byron Bay.
At that time they had actually decided to sell up in Sydney, and move up to Byron Bay, it’s around 780 km, from where they/we live in Sydney. They’d been toying with the idea for yonks.; and had finally decided that the time was right; and their house was on the market set to be auctioned at the end of March, and they’d really gone to Byron to look for a property, not just to holiday.
Their house was on the market about a week, when they got a ‘Godfather’ offer, which they accepted with alacrity. The offer was accepted, and all the paper work finalised whilst still on ‘holiday’. One might say a quick sale.
Emma and Luke found the very property, that they had their hearts set on, bought it and moved out of the house, just 10 doors away from us, last Wednesday week, and headed north for a short holiday, before moving onto their new property.
Notice I said moving onto their new property; it’s 6¼ hectares, that’s about 16 acres in old speak, lovely rolling hills, a couple of good dams and a couple of tyro’s who haven’t got a clue about farming.
It’s going to be fun, and I’m a long, long way away 😈
But I do miss my babies, I always kept my front door open, so that they could run up and see me. I miss them ringing the door bell/chimes, laughing and giggling, when they made me get up, to come to the open door, that was already opened, and the hugs and high fives.
Now they are 780 kms away from their grandpa, and I’m wondering whether I shall get to see them again. 😥