A Letter To A Friend

Dear Fizzy

Some days life can feel like it's so much bigger than us.

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Sometimes we can feel we've bitten off more than we can chew...

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we feel trapped...

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it's like there's something right there, but we can't quite put our finger on it.

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There are days when our children don't want to know us.

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Days when we feel like we're just one of the crowd.

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And, Oh my god, the housework....

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Some of us are plagued with bad hair days.

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Quite frankly, some days we just don't want to face the outside world *sigh*

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Then there are the really cool times.

Like, when we take off outdoors to spend time with our families.

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Times we just want to sit around and ponder life and reflect on it's meaning.

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These are the kinda days we feel exhilerated and free to mix with the big boys.

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You my dear Fizzy, are one of a kind.

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You can have the world chasing your arse...

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and you still come up smiling.

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Your caring, sweet nature...your drive to succeed and your love and compassion for your family and friends is a wonderful asset that will always draw people to you.

Not only do WE care so much for you...but so does the local Council (haha, couldn't resist, had to put this one in)

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I hope you have a wonderful day filled with love, laughter and sunshine.

This is my gift to you...Happy Birthday!

So what the gooney goo do you think of that then eh?

Love Lisa

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