Tribal gatherings

I have commented before on how lucky and blessed I feel to have such great family and friends. We enjoy spending time together. When I was pregnant and things got stressful I could count on them to listen and to say all the right things. When the twins were born they were there with bells on ready to celebrate the birth of my gorgeous babies and when things were so dark and both of them were so sick we felt their love and support in the space they gave us to just focus on the kids and in the gentle waiting. As soon as we were all home they rallied around ... in whispers ... they knew we were feeling emotionally exhausted and vulnerable and gave us perfect support. Looking back I can see how much we needed these wonderful people. Our best friends over form NZ for Christmas came by the hospital and held us while we cried. My SIL travelled over to the hospital bringing pizzas and a bit of 'normality' to life in the waiting area outside PICU. Once we got home another two dear friends invited us away for a weekend at the beach. It shows how much we knew that they would understand and help us with our two recovering children that despite the horrendous effort of our first car trip with twins we went and had a wonderfully memorable weekend away - with people we felt totally at ease to look after our babies with us.

Now all that is ancient history and so on Sat some of us gathered to 'christen' the new house, our best friends' new baby and that other couple's first foray into the huge mortgage that is home ownership here. The kids are all bigger now and it was wonderful to relax and let them run ... the twins had a great time.
Kids sitting
Music makes the world go around ...
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