From left: Nicole - A friend from high school. We were on the same netball team together, and almost won our grade. Despite not having seen each other since then we feel like we've totally kept in touch, thanks to the miracle of the internet.
Serenity - I was always jealous of her singing talent at high school. Now she has a gorgeous daughter who gets on well with my son and is super talented at taking photos of herself (among other things). She took this photo. Would you have known?
A visit from these lovely ladies yesterday spurred this whole thing. I wanted to post this photo of us, and decided it just would not do unless I also parade a few other photos of people that I treasure...
My family, including my parents, my siblings (bar my brother in Ohio), our spouses and children. And also excluding my brother-in-law who took the photo. Guess who that hunk of burning love up front belongs to? I am a lucky lady indeed.
My sister Erika, who really I couldn't do without. We married best friends and moved in next door to each other. Isn't that great? We no longer live in such close quarters, still close enough, and are still into each others lives a fair bit. We have talked about the fact that we both need to make friends other than each other because all we do is hang out together all the time, even when we're out at events where would-be friends are aplenty. It's a hard habit to break though! My other sister Angela (who was previously featured here, hence the gaping hole where she would be on this post. Vote for her while you're there.) and I use her as our measure of righteousness. She's at the top. We're somewhere underneath. I.e. If Erika does it, it must be ok.
Johanna, with Sadie at the swimming pools, and the belly dancer at a restaurant we went to. We started taking singing lessons together when we were 14 and have been close ever since. She was one of the two friends I had at my wedding (the guest list filled up with family mostly) and although she lived in Auckland for a year and Australia for what, two? we're still tight. Since moving back to Wellington she frequents my house on Wednesday afternoons to play with my children and me. We've stuck together her and I. She's a bestie.
Victoria, at her birthday dinner, at the restaurant with the belly dancer. It was an awesome night. I met Victoria under the ruse that I was delivering a poem that my twin brother (a boy who had a crush on her) had had me write for her. We've been friends ever since. I spent most Friday nights during one year of high school at her place eating homemade butter chicken and watching Tru Calling. We wagged school to watch movies with her sick mother in bed, who was a teacher at our school by the way. She was the other friend I had at my wedding. She's also a bestie.
I know I'm not unique in having people that I care about, that I find interesting and that I love. But this is the bunch that have made a difference, left a mark and feature in my life. I love you all!
To plug that hole...
My sister Angela, with her daughter Esky. A lot of who I am can be attributed to Angela, because she was who I was trying to be like for most of my life, until I figured out who I wanted to be for myself. Being 4 years older than me meant that she was always experiencing life's next major hurdle and she's always been good at sharing how she fares. She's the one who gave me that first compliment that sparked my confidence and led me to my love of music. I looked forward to getting her hand-me-downs. Her opinion is one of those at the top of the list of those whose matter to me. Thank goodness she has reduced rates to call Wellington so that we can have good long talks whenever we fancy, even if I'm always the one who needs to go.