Friendship

There's something so special about watching your closest friend's child interact with yours. Sometimes it all feels a little surreal to watch these two little people doing their thing, knowing that 15 years ago when we were eating our lunch in the school courtyard we never would have been able to picture this scene in all of it's glory.

Toys all over the floor, wild curls, chubby rolls, dribble and giggles... combined with instant coffee, dishes in the sink, standing in the kitchen looking out to the ocean... chatting a million miles an hour with my best friend about absolute crap and yawning occasionaly as we both suffer from a mild case of exhaustian and having the odd whinge about husbands leaving wet towels on the floor. I think I'm a living cliche, but I don't care. It's good.

I love these two little people immensely. (in case that wasn't obvious). 

Reality check: Onto my FOURTH load of washing today... There's food on the floor, a bathroom needing cleaned, a baby with a rather full nappy and toys all over the floor. Time to go!