A season or a reason

The boys were spinning themselves into whirling dervishes in the bath last night. I can’t remember if that was before or after the Chomp bar I halved out to them.  Nonetheless it made Hyde Park Fountain look like a dribble.

I took a few tasteful fun shots of the boys bellyflopping around the bath and sent them to a few friends to share the little men with them.  I had some really sweet responses.

The impact one person has on a life is amazing.  I consider my own position in my group of friends -” the role I play to each one of them is so different.

To my friends I am a jokester, an advice-giver, a confidant, a fashion judge, a book and movie reviewer, a cook, a shoulder to cry on and a moving prop-up post when you’re both staggering up King St, Newtown after a few, a lunch pal, a running mate-¦ the list goes on.

To me, they are the same back and in a group of us, that is so much positive energy of support, love and companionship.

I think about some loves of my life and consider their impact on me.

From my childhood sweetheart who became my wife who shares the love of our children and is today one of my best friends.

To the tall, blond and handsome man who held my hand in Melbourne and became so inexplicably intertwined in my life that living without him was like forgetting how to breathe.

I am but a mere human being, with flaws and with the knack of making the occasional mistake (again, allegedly) but I am ferociously supportive and transparent to the loves and lives in my life.

Perhaps it’s the post-Mardi Gras perspective, all deeply emotional and slightly off-kilter.  I met some fun and lovely people over the Mardi Gras weekend.

As with loves and friends, time will only tell which ones will stay with me and which ones will go.  One thing is for sure, people come into your life for a season or a reason.

So, cheers to all my mates, girls, loves and lads.