Traditions

BIt's become tradition that every Friday night we head to our little local, small town cafe for a feed and a few bottles of wine with two friends that we have grown to known more and more over the past 7 years we've been together. Ironically; cam and I knew one part of the couple we go out with individually and then realized we all weirdly knew each other. They're a freaking fantastic couple who make me happier and make me laugh more than possibly any other people on this earth. We eat delicious food, share new found discoveries of moscato and generally have an all-round fabulous time on our weekly Friday catch ups and monthly forays into degustation deliciousness.

I hate seeing them sad. It breaks my heart. These are two of the hands down most lovely, genuine, GOOD people on this earth. Their troubles make me feel powerless, and reiterate that I'm crap at being someone who is remotely helpful at helping/fixing things/saying the right thing. I hate their pain. I hate their troubles. I wish I had a magic want to fix the wrongs in their life.