p.s.

this post is for a friend.

we talk a lot.

i wonder what we’d be like in the same room.

possibly the best conversations we have are when we are silent and just know.

the greatest comfort, even in silence.

like the night she was under the stars, looked up and called me, just to have me with her in that moment.

and i, at my best mate’s husband’s birthday, looked up, stars above and thought…

this world is only as big as we make it.

this post is for that friend.

she who held my hand one night and didn’t flinch when i told her horrible stories.

she who is a mama, like me, and like me so much it’s scary.

we could take over the world

but we’d prefer to play today, please?

this post is for you.

you, courageous woman, raising another courageous woman.

i love you. i’m with you.

this shit is scary.

but, we’ve faced uglier wolves at the door, surely?

for you, for you, tonight I wish upon that star.

and thank the same star for all that you are.