Kesh was riding shotgun as we meandered our way from Auckland to Hamilton in our little red car. The green hills rolled and the river swam by…
A celestial chorus of the Maori people rang out as we passed a hillside where they lay a loved one to rest. Their Haka faded into the distance, along with our goose bumps.
A single email, a few weeks earlier, had started a correspondence that led us to a small green house. This was no ordinary house though. It was special.
A newborn baby called Audrey lives there. She is the most loved of Talia and Phil, who just happened to serve up a Mexican feast that actually changed my life.
This is them, as they are, in their home.