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I'm in the early stages of planning a trip to Iceland for Luey, Bryn, Ari, and me at the end of this year or early next year - it might be early next year because I wouldn't want to leave Dave on his own for Christmas. Dave won't be going because he doesn't like the idea of flying, but also because of his mum. He can't just leave the country for a month and leave her on her own, especially over an Aussie summer with the heat we've been experiencing lately.

The reason I'm planning this now though is that I feel the boys will not internalise Iceland as a part of themselves if they don't go during their childhood. Luey is already at an age where going there will be basically the same as going to any foreign country for a visit. I'm hoping though that Bryn and Ari will be able to feel their roots in the country. I have mentioned the trip to Erik, and his first reaction was to say there was no way he could afford to go as he's putting all his money into buying a car. Since then though, he has asked how much tickets might cost and what the exchange rate there is (at the moment it isn't as good as it was when I went in 2014). I still think buying a car will win out, and it probably should as he's going to need a car sooner or later.

He got the jumper my aunty Syta knitted for him. It fits him perfectly and looks great on him. It's very itchy for him, though. I've told him to rub his arms when he puts it on, but I'm only his mum, what do I know. I found myself in the position of ordering earrings for his ex's little sister in the past couple of weeks. One and a half years ago, I wouldn't have even considered doing that for him. I still bear a lot of anger towards that family.

But, yeah, anyway, this is the plan, save, go there for a month, show the boys snow for the first time in their lives. Expose them to the language, the culture, the food, and most importantly their family. Hope they'll want to go back on their own when they get older.

It is very important to me that the boys recognise their heritage, and that they feel it to some extent. Bryn might come to like his name a little more twhen he sees how other people don't think it's weird, and can pronounce it properly. I reckon Ari would have a ball with his cousins - so many of them are closer to his age than any of the other boys.

It will be great for Luey to see just how many redheads there really are in his family - none of them live in Australia.

And it will be great to further cement our existence with the family over there, too. I'm so grateful for even being able to plan doing something like this with the boys. Until recently, it was just a pipe dream.


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