I have always tried to live my life with intention. In the last few years, my business “intentions” just got busier and busier and I felt like I was flexing only those “muscles” in my life. It left me feeling like the “missing muscles” were atrophying and I did not like the fact that there were so many aspects of my life that perpetually felt neglected. Over the last few months, I have consciously tried to live the life that I am currently intending and giving myself some balance. As a result, I have had some really sweet interactions with my kiddie buddies.

My friends “the Cows” – not my name for them, but a name given to us by a guy who has been in my life since I was twelve – have got much smaller “little calves” than mine. Across our friendships the little people range from eighteen years to sixteen months old. “The Cows” all went to university together and five of us now live in Australia – they really are my family. This week, I had two really sweet moments with the little people in my life.

Firstly, I went to Sydney on business and decided to spend the night with my girlfriend. She did not tell her daughter, who is nine, that I was coming, deciding to make it a surprise. The cab dropped me off as the sun was dipping in the Sydney sky. As I walked into the garden, I could see the back of my god-daughter’s head facing the TV, her mum motioned to me to walk around. As I walked past the window, she saw me, her jaw dropped, in a cartoon like moment, her long, spindly nine year old legs, went spinning through the air, she flung herself into my arms and hugged me with her arms and legs and her head snuggled into my neck. We stood like this for several minutes laughing and making a noise and then I realised she was crying, which of course, set her mum and I off too. We forget that children often have similar emotions to adults and although she was happy to see me, the emotion of the unexpected and the happiness that came with it, was too much for those first moments. We had a fab night, with her playing her guitar, us laughing at her nine year old sense of humour and teaching her sixteen month old brother to “pull a tongue.” Later, when the kids were tucked in bed, my bud and I had a great girlie catch up. It is moments like this that we all cherish and refresh us for the daily grind of modern life.

Back in Melbourne today, another “little calf” who is five, lost her first tooth during the week. She took it to school for show-and-tell and promptly lost the white enamel tooth! It was a disaster of epic Disney Princess proportions – how was the tooth fairy going to come? Luckily, my other Cow friend, knew to put a note in her slipper and voila, gold coin emerged in the morning! On the plane home, I decided I was going to write her a letter from the tooth fairy and surreptitiously pop it in the post box. So this rainy Saturday morning, after Spinning my legs off, I sat down and wrote a letter from the Tooth Fairy, explaining that the tooth had indeed been secured “it was found next to some ants and a lolly wrapper in the playground.” I showed my daughter and she said “Mum, great strategy, bad execution. Fairy’s are tiny, your letter is too big. Let me do it.” She took my letter, made the font tiny, cut it into a little piece of paper and found a necklace that had a locket on it that the letter fitted into. We then sprinkled glitter in the envelope and I popped it into the letterbox and went in for a cup of tea. When I was leaving, we asked the little one to check the letter box, she found the envelope, was delighted and really intrigued with what the tooth fairy had done, making sure she saved all the “fairy dust” in the envelope.

There is nothing nicer than the fresh-faced delight on a little person’s face, I am grateful to have so many special little bubs in my chosen family. I also love how they remind me to relish and believe in the little miracles of life and the magic of an ordinary day!

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