We all have them. Those moments where we make a choice then look back later at them and realise how profound they were.

Yesterday I got to speak to The Stranger. I got the opportunity to tell her that she changed my life. We don’t tend to tell people when they have those massive impacts on us, mainly because it is years later when we can see the bigger picture.

Yesterday I got to say “Let me show you the bigger picture. Let me tell you the part you played in it”.

I cannot take credit for all of the work that I did with The Boy (or should I call him The Man now?). The blanket that I wrapped our family in was woven from a variety of threads, not all my own. Some were bought, some borrowed. Some requested, others given without prior consent. I picked and discarded many along the way, and still do so now.

If you look to the centre of the cloth, the part that holds it all together, I am there. I made the choices, I dealt with the fall out. I put in the work and I reap the rewards.

I started weaving that blanket after The Stranger gave me her advice. I owe her more than I could ever have words to express.