Babes
Over the course of the last year +, since joining the journey, I have met some truly inspirational posters. Posters who have made me cry and my heart break with the sadness in their stories.
I have met posters who have been a little worse for wear, had a few too many who we then never hear from again because they are far too embarrassed to come back the day after the night before. Which is always a shame.
I have read stories of engagements, birthdays, exam results, university, clinical results, cake recipes, washer breakdowns, car trouble, money worries, relationship issues, births, deaths, ...... and yep, nits!
You name it, we have had it here and we have sat, and we have read all of the words on this screen because they matter. We matter. YOU matter. Life matters.
The kindness of strangers never ceases to amaze me but I don't class anyone a stranger on this Bus.
We all have one thing in common at the very least. Alcohol.
Tonight has been tremendously hard for me. I would always have a glass of wine to toast the boys but I don't want to. I want to remember the happy times that we had planning for their arrival. Telling only the closest of family that we were expecting triplets.
Tonight I have read your posts, venus you made me cry very happy tears, and I feel totally safe in my own skin. This Bus is here for me. I can be selfish and write this post, I can tell you all just how much you mean to me. I feel so protective over you all. It is our safe place.
To me, it is a lot like home. 