Rich is the best man for my up coming wedding. I have known him for over fifteen years and we have a few things in common, including our birthday. Every now and again we join forces and throw a party for all of our mutual friends, and this weekend we did exactly that. Now I know 29 isn’t usually a birthday that warrants a special celebration. Previously our joint events have been 18, 21 and 25, however this year felt a bit different given the circumstances. Rich also made the valid point that if we’ve got an excuse to do it this year then we might as well take it, as 30 next year is pretty much a given…. Why have one party when you can have two.
Twenty of our closest friends and family descended on a stunning Georgian farmhouse that we had rented, where two days of laughing, eating, drinking and catching up ensued. The first evening saw everyone arrive at different times and in various states of disarray depending on the distance and modes of transport they had decided to negotiate Britain’s delightful Friday afternoon traffic with. A glass of something cold and a slice of pizza seemed to quickly alleviate any excess tensions and it wasn’t long before suspect music and even more suspect dancing replaced any talk of overcrowded trains or tailbacks.
Saturday started with bacon sandwiches followed by a walk to the pub. On return we were welcomed by two fire engines parked on the drive. Panic. Some of you may remember that this isn’t the first time I have been confronted by firemen since the accident, except this time I was almost certain they weren’t strippers…. An image of the deposit floating away into the distance flashed before my eyes as I looked for smoke. Thankfully though no fire, just a faulty alarm and the weekend could continue. The parents had kindly agreed to put a spread on for dinner and Richs mum and my dad cooked up a feast that lasted us the rest of the weekend. Slightly better music but equally suspect dancing followed late into the night to cap off a memorable birthday.
I have said many times that what has happened has changed my perspective on a lot of things, made me appreciate my life so much more. Well this weekend just highlighted all of that for me. I cant tell you how many times I just stood back, looked around the room and thought, I really am the luckiest guy I know. The reason I was able to stand there, join in with everyone else and enjoy it. The reason I had recovered to this point, wasn’t because of physical fitness or determination. Sure they played their part, but the real reason is that I wasn’t in it alone, I never was and I never will be. My support network is my strength; I have an amazing family, fiancé and group of friends that have been there for me from the start. Everyone in that room and so many others have helped me more than they will ever really know. Never take your friends and family for granted because at the end of the day they are all you have.
P.s. Cant wait for round 2 next year.
p.p.s. Thanks for all of the album recommendations from last week.