I like to think I am a good friend.
I am still friends with two of my oldest school friends, although our lives have taken very different paths over recent years, with continents, babies and other factors separating us. I am still good friends with my closest university friends too, but again with them living in London and being child free, it means that I don’t see them as often as I would like.
Then there are the friends I have picked up along the way. Friends I have met through nights out, old friends that are now just facebook friends, friends made through work, through having my girls, and through my husband.
I have friends that I see every week while Mr E is working, friends who I only see once a year but I know I could call on in a second, and friends who we see as a couple or a family.
When I started my blog I didn’t ever dream that I would make friends through blogging and social media. I have a couple of friends who have met partners through dating websites, but friends? It didn’t really enter my mind. But I have. I count many of my twitter friends as ‘real friends’- friends I speak to most days, meet up with a couple of times a year, whether at conferences, events or just general meet ups. I speak to these friends more than my oldest ones.
Then there’s Lucy. Through blogging I have met someone who has become one of my closest friends. And better still, our families have become close friends too. We are so similar and our families seem to just gel together so well.
This past weekend we went to Center Parcs. We had a fab time. I was so worried that it would be tricky with sleeping, mainly because our toddlers were sharing a room together, but they all did us proud.
They were little angels, albeit hyper ones, and the babies were perfectly behaved too. We spent the days swimming, walking and playing. In fact, I hardly took any photos because we were just too busy.
But most of all we made memories.
Here’s to next year!
Finding Gruffalo nuts.
Morning PJ playtime!
Wobbly bits on show.