I spent Saturday with one of my oldest, best and finest friends. Here she is, a full five years ago but not a bit different from this weekend. With only one child between us (instead of our usual seven), and that child being the baby we had a day together to do exactly what we liked. So we wandered, stopped for coffee and cake, ate lunch, shopped a little, had a mini-makeover, stopped for more cake and carried on talking. I’ve known Sarah since university and our conversation always flows and eddies, drifts around all sorts of topics, celebrates our similarities and explores our differences. We spoke a lot about our children (how to discipline them, how to make them feel loved, what to read them at bedtime); we discussed fashion and money and schools and our childhoods. We compared notes on turning forty and how that makes us feel (our next birthday for both of us.) At convenient points the baby slept. The sun was shining. What a lovely way to spend a day off.
I started blogging after the birth of my first child. Since I stopped working, I realise I am defined far more by my relationships than by what I do. So, I am: wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend. View all posts by Amy