Perfect days are special mainly because they are so stinking rare.
 So when they happen, they are the perfect counterpoint to all those other days. You know, days that are mundane, days that are sad, days where we know we should "live in the moment" but really with a "to-do" list this long, I race anxiously from one thing to another.
Yesterday was such a day.
I began my day here sipping a coffee and soaking up some sunshine before starting a course.

and ended it here surrounded by the people I love most in the world.

I was fortunate to spend a whole day at the Perth Writers Festival learning about the publishing process and some of the inner machinations of the industry itself. I'll write more on that soon.
Needless to say the day was inspiring and confronting in equal measure. But it was just fantastic to be in the room with so many people sharing similar dreams, and learning from people who actually know how to achieve them.
The weekend promises more of the same which I am so excited about.
Once the course was done I went home and swooped up my little clan and Husband. We then took the children to the beach to see Sculptures by the Sea and watch the sunset.
There were ice-creams of course, and singing cheesy sixties songs using the cone as a microphone. I see many wondrous years ahead devoted entirely to embarrassing my offspring this way. Just wonderful.
I'm so grateful.