Today my just-plain-gorgeous husband, our families and myself welcome our twins into the world.
They'll be the fourth generation of Friedman to call Môreson their home. And - might I add - what a fabulous place to call home.
When they're a little older, a little more settled and possibly a little better looking (although I'm sure they'll be born with model-like good-looks) we'll post a few pictures introducing them to the world.
I am planning on having a superb day … I hope you do too!
Môreson - our family farm - holds the most special place in my heart. I, along with my three siblings, grew up here. The four of us spent years playing farmer on our plastic tractors, some of us clearly more genetically suited to this role than others.
We lived by a few simple rules: if it was high it was meant to be climbed; if it was a fruit or looked vaguely edible it was meant to be eaten; and if there was even a ray of sunlight we'd still be out exploring every part of Môreson.
The four of us have long outgrown the plastic tractors. I've graduated to real-life farming equipment. My brothers - Blake and Dane - have replaced man-made tractor noises with Courtnall Williams and Sons, an exciting new wine related business based in the UK. And my sister, Charley, our resident free-spirit, has somehow landed herself the temporary role of Administration Assistant. She's doing daily battle with the accounts and regularly slaying all kinds of general ledger demons. If you call Môreson it's likely you'll have a chat to Charley.
When the four of us get together on the farm (which doesn't happen as often as we wish it did) we're reminded of just why we love Môreson so much. It is a place children spend hours splashing around the water features and exploring, just like we did so many years ago. It is a farm were families lounge over long lazy lunches. It is a winery where wines are patiently and lovingly crafted from vines that have grow for years. It is our home and we feel privileged to be able to share it with you.