Tuesday, 24 February 2015

1313

Dear Nhands

Today is our day. The day, so many years ago, we formed the 1313. The day we had the freaky connection "lost boys". The day our friendship really began. 
And I still remember it so clearly. Hanging out of the train window, scant regard for our safety. It's only now I'm a mother, I realise how reckless we were. But we were fuelled on youth and laughter. Things that never left us when we were together. 
I have lived with you, loved with you, laughed and sobbed with you. We became semi-adults, mothers even. And still our 1313 held out. 
Today I will as always, celebrate our bond. I won't get a text or Facebook post like I used to. But I'm sure I'll get some sign you're with me. 
I miss you, I love you, I wish you could meet TheBear. You'd be thrilled he makes me shriek with giggles.
Tonight is all about the warm cinzano 

1313 always. 

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