New Life, Love and Burying the Hatchet

New life.....

New life is so precious and something we should never take for granted, as my little 8 month old son sits next to me in his rocker, waving at everything (he has just learnt to wave, although he probably doesn't realise what he is going just yet) and talking away so sweetly....Love you Little Dude...

I had the pleasure of visiting a girlfriend and her newborn in hospital on Friday. Girlfriend is looking great and her little girl is divine.

Poor thing was taken from her mother straight away and put into an oxygen tent, where she still remains at the moment with a condition known as she has Hyaline Membrane Disease which means she has air leaked into the membrane surrounding the lung and so when she takes a breathe the lungs can't expand fully and she has to work very hard to breathe.

It was so hard seeing her in her little oxygen box, but take comfort in the thought that she is in good hands. You feel useless at times like this when there is nothing you can really do, but be there for her Mum, Dad and little Brother.

I just hope that is isn't too long before this new family are all together again under the one roof.

Love....

Michael, Ryan and I attended a gorgeous backyard wedding yesterday afternoon. The wedding of one of Michael's oldest friends (from Tasmania) to his now gorgeous wife. Wayne and Tracey celebrated their nuptials in front of family and friends in the prettiest garden....

On the arm of her father, Tracey looked radiant in a gorgeous handmade lilac/purple gown. Equally as gorgeous was her little escorts. Her two sons Jack and Blake, in their little white shirts and vests, and Mikayla her flowergirl. For their ages the kids were so well behaved.

In between the ceremony and the reception we thought we would take our little on home for a nap. This didn't happen with my little man screaming for the entire hour we were home.

So I fed him in the carpark of the reception in the hope it would settle him and lull him to sleep. This didn't work, but doing laps up and down bumpy paved paths and over grassy hills did. My little one finally petered out around 7:30pm after me doing laps of the tavern and golf course. He slept like and angel in his pram until and piper came in and started playing the bagpipes. A gift from the Bride to her Groom, to celebrate his Scottish ancestry.

The Bride and Groom and their guests dined and danced the evening away at a local tavern. Very pretty grounds as it is on a golf course with a rather large duck pond. It was a very family orientated evening with 4 - 5 newborn to toddlers sharing the occasion.

Burying the Hatchet...

It was at Wayne and Tracey’s wedding that the hatchet was buried between myself and a friend, Rachel. (I don't think I will call her an old friend, as I have only known her about 5 years).

This friend was to be one of my bridesmaids when Michael and married, only a few monetary issues raised their ugly heads only weeks before we were to walk down the aisle, with some fairly heated comments being passed back and forth, to the point I didn't even want her in the same room as I at our reception. We hadn't spoken for two years.

She was my bridesmaid from hell.

Her now husband, Justin and mine always kept in touch, but I was adamant I didn't want anything to do with her. I certainly didn't want to be attending anything social if she were to be there, cut off the nose to spite the face type thing. Apparently Rach always asked after me, but she had disrespected me so much I didn't want to know.

Well yesterday things changed. Maybe we have both changed, grown up more maybe. Rachael made the effort to come over and say hi, see how I was and also meet my little man, of whom she hadn't even seen yet at the ceremony. It was only brief, but it was a start. It was kinda weird for me, a bit awkward as I didn't know how I was feeling, or how I would feel towards someone I had so much resentment for. But I handled it. It didn't feel as bad as I thought it would.

Fast forward to the reception.... most of the guests had arrived. Justin (Wayne's best man) and Rach arrived not long before the bride and groom and mingled a little while. I don't really think either of them knew that many of the guests. Again we eventually ended up talking...I was feeling more comfortable with this.

By the end of the night we were basically inseparable, like nothing had happened (although her words will always be locked away in my mind). We did kinda mention our issue. Rach mentioning that we had all done/said some horrible things (in my mind I was like 'what did 'I' do wrong initially, I knew what she had done and said, but not me) but only to say that the past is exactly that, THE PAST...

I feel like we have gottten over things and moved on, or as Michael pointed out, maybe it was just me that hadn't moved on.