Today I was walking through the park with Baby in the buggy when a man came the other way with a pram. It was someone I knew but hadn’t seen for about 5 years. We’d played cricket together and drunk quite a fair amount of beer together pre kids but then lost touch. When I last saw him he was post-divorce, single, living at his parents while his son from his failed marriage had just started Secondary School.
Now suddenly he had ‘started again’. His 8 month old daughter grinned angelically from her pram while Baby strained at her own 5 point harness in a vain attempt to start chasing the local Rottweiller again. Sadly both his parents had passed away since I last saw him but he had got over this and now had a new family to show off.
All day I have been thinking. About how soon things change. About how little it should take to stay in touch. About how every moment with a family should be cherished. And most of all about how next time we chat, we’ll be in a nice warm pub instead of standing in the park freezing our bits off.