Getting my car stuck in a massive field of deep mud on Christmas Eve night when I got lost on Dartmoor in the pitch black, walking up a big hill and seeing the reception bar go from "No Service" to 3 bars! Phew!!
To really appreciate the time I have here with my kids now is one of the most important things I learned from John.
Every christmas, & other times also, he misses his kids when they were kids.
His youngest is 20 now.
& it goes by so fast,
my 'little girl' is 14 now,
& I'm so glad that I learned this back when she was still 8yo
& it's so easy to get caught up in the day-to-day stuff
& not notice how fast it's going,
& not notice how much time gets wasted in being 'too busy'
or being grumpy over 'spilled milk' or silly accidents that are easily fixed,
& once they're grown you can't go back.
He loves his kids as they are now & is so proud of them,
But that doesn't stop him missing them,
especially at times like christmas.
&, every relationship has its spats, but a good partner is a gift beyond price.
& a good relationship a treasure to be looked after.
So often I see couples who look after each other,
& put their hearts into looking after their relationship,
until they move in together or get married or whatever it is for them that makes it 'a done deal'
& so often I want to say to them
if you want it to last then you have to work at it more now, not less.
& if it really isn't working,
& I don't just mean going through a 'rough patch'
Then end it,
as amicably as possible,
before it reaches the point that it implodes
or that you spend years destroying each other.
Life is far to short to spend being miserable.
& however much you might love someone,
it is never a good thing to spend your life with someone who doesn't want to be with you.
or to stay in a relationship that's destroying you,
because you don't want to hurt the other person.
or because you're afraid of being alone.
The loneliest place to be in the world,
is in a relationship that isn't working.
No other person can ever stop you being lonely.
You have to find that inside yourself.
It had to be when we heard the clatter of reindeer hoofbeats on our roof, and the squeak of sleigh-brakes (which needed a squirt of WD40). There came the sound of a portly-built gent entering our chimney, followed by a rude expletive, as the aforementioned portly-gent then became stuck behind our gas fire. The festive sound of Police sirens were heard to approach, with blue lights all a-twinkle in the frosty night (ok, poetic licence, it wasn't frosty!) two jolly, red-cheeked, policemen tottered unsteadily down the path, full of Christmas cheer (and several large Scotches...) to arrest the escapee from the local "Home for the Bewildered" for illegally parking a sleigh in a Santa-only zone.
Okay-okay, so I shouldn't have eaten that cheese before going to bed