reflections…

Every morning, without fail, my father would kiss me goodbye before he went to work. Often he had to leave before I’d wake up. Usually he woke me, which didn’t always go down well. But looking back I appreciate the gesture – he never rushed off anywhere without saying goodbye. It’s these little things that count in life.

Last Friday I traveled to Wellington to attend the funeral of a friend’s father.

We’ve been friends since we were five – we first met at Seatoun School, Wellington. A sleepy seaside town that very much had a village feel growing up. I remember idyllic days riding bikes on the road, playing at the beach and marathon Barbie games with my girl friends.

My classmates from Standard 1-4 and I shared a special connection and it was with great fondness that we all caught up again, albeit in sad circumstances.

It was so important to me to be there for my friend.

Don’t let the little things pass you by. Don’t forget to take a moment to tell someone how much you care. Friendships that span decades are very special things. You only get one set of parents. And children are a blessing.

Enjoy your family and friends this Easter weekend. Happy Holidays!

Tamsin xoxo