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Day Three

a picture of you and your friends

I have included pictures of me with 4 of my favourite people in the world but there are a couple of others I would like to make mention of that I don't have (appropriate) photos of me with.

My mum - my best friend after my husband and a constant source of support, love and inspiration. She raised me as a single mum and we have always been very close. She gives Alan and I so much support and we appreciate and love her so much!

Kacy (@iKacy) - we haven't know each other very long and we met under unusual circumstances but I am so pleased that the universe saw fit to bring her into my life. She is kind and lovely and wonderful and creative and amazing!

Ally (@dryeyedcrab) - another new friend brought to me by the wonderful world of twitter. She makes me laugh and inspires me with her amazing parenting of her son. She is smart and sassy and funny and kind and wonderful!


This is my best friend in the whole world, my husband Alan. He is there for me when I am sad, to wipe away my tears and hold me tight, he helps me celebrate the good things in life, is brave enought to go on adventures with me, he is patient with me and helps me demand better of myself, he makes me laugh and amazes me constantly with how smart he is and how much knowledge he has inside his head, plus he's dead sexy!! I have loved him since forever and I always will.
This is Erin (@erinscales) we met when we worked together and the day I met her I knew we would be great friends. I just didn't understand how close we would grow so quickly. She was there for me during one of the hardest times of my life, no judgement, no pushing me one way of the other, just listening and being there for me. She has been through a lot and we share so many common experiences in our lives but it is our differences that make me value her friendship so much. When I struggle to see the other side she shows it to me, she listens to me whinge and rings me just to rant. She is one of the most awesome people I have the privelage to call my friend.

This is Tina, her and her husband Clint are two of Alan & my favourite people in the whole world, along with their baby girl Lyla. They are the sort of people who you can just be with. Being in their company is never a chore and Clint was there for Alan after a horrible time in our lives. They are beautiful people who I feel so honoured to know and have in our lives. Tina is kind, gentle, gorgeous inside and out, she inspires me to be the best me I can by being one of the most truly beautiful souls I have ever met. Clint is everything a man should be, loving, gentle, affectionate, brave, gentlemanly and the best father and husband I know (apart from Alan of course) the world could do with more men like Clint.


This is Grant (@cyborginsomniac). He was brought into my life by Erin and our shared love of live music. Grant has a unique way of seeing the world and I adore him for it. He is a great listener and only speaks when he has carefully considered what he is about to say. He is the most loyal and devoted friend anyone could ask for. He is forever putting others needs before his own and would do anything for his friends. But what I love most about Grant is that he is brave enough to fight a festival crowd with me! Never content to be at the back we fight our way as far forward as we can! We run from act to act willing to enjoy the music of people we've never heard of before as well as our favourite acts and we always stay till the very last song!!
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