Adele

See this gal here, her name is Adele. She is awesome...full stop.

Adele and I have been chums for too many years to count. We knew each other when we didn’t even know each other, if you know what I mean. We have held each others hands through so many moments in each others lives. We hold each others hands when the other is in a far away land, we do not have to share the same physical space. 

She is my go to lady. She is creative, intelligent and wise - beyond her years. In times of crisis, she is stoic and centred. In times of doubt, she is grounding and calm. In times of heartbreak, she is empowering and tender. In times of happiness and love, she is honest and encouraging. 

When you know Adele, you know her mum, Beth. These two women are super important in my life. They have taught me more about myself than I can remember. They are strong force and together they are stronger.  Something I don’t really discuss too often is that day. If you have read this blog for a while, you probably know what I am referring to. It is still something I feel uncomfortable talking about and I guess I do most of the talking in this space. 

Beth and Adele were the two people I called that day. It takes a super special kind of person to be present in that moment in ones life. So much rawness and vulnerability, I often have a pang of guilt for subjecting them to that moment, it was something they did not have to witness and I often think about the repercussions on Adele. I know it changed me forever and no doubt it changed her too. All this time has passed but still that moment is always in the front of my mind, especially when I see Adele.

Our friends are our family. We really don't have anyone other than interstate family and a sprinkling of cousins here and there. My children don't actually have any aunts or uncles - with the exception of Kdog's beautiful sister Enid, who lives on the other side of the country. Therefore my girlfriends take the place of the aunts. (I often imagine a whole bunch of us living in a beautiful old house by the sea, grey haired old biddies, rambling about the good old days - a la Practical Magic style- the crazy aunts.) My children absolutely love these women, their photo hangs in their bedroom. I would not and could not be the person I am and the person I want to become without their love and support, especially that of Adele.

Thanks for coming over yesterday darling lady. Thank you for the flowers. Thank you for doing the dishes. Thank you for kissing the babies. Thank you for tucking my sick sorry arse into bed.

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