We met at a time when our world had been turned upside down. Tired, emotional, out of our depths. Over the past three and a half years our friendship has evolved, as the highs and lows of motherhood have presented themselves to us. We became neighbours coming up to 2 years ago when Scott and I purchased our new home. So we found ourselves living on the same street, meeting up for play dates in the local park and sharing similar stories from the frontline.
Last year, within a month of each other, we gave birth to our second son's. For the past year, we've juggled life with two boys. The good, the bad and the ugly. This morning my friend announced that she and her husband are moving back to the UK in December. I am really happy for them, as I know they have been agonising over making the right decision for their family. But I'm also a touch sad. We've had such an easy going connection from practically the minute we became Mama's. Thrown together as a result of our boys. It's incredible the people we meet and the friendships we forge, long into our adult lives. When we think we have made our circle and have no desire to add to it. We do. Motherhood has shown me that there will always be room for more and I'm ever so pleased by the realisation.
On a chirpier note, I am quite impressed by the energy levels within the mighty Angus of late. Ever since he started at his new preschool, he has gained a new level of confidence. He seems happier, more enthusiastic and even a little more considerate of his baby brother (with the exception of trying to tackle him to the floor at every opportunity). It fills my heart with joy to watch him play and move. And run. LOTS of running. Everywhere. Boys!