Life at the moment is in transition. I know that change is coming. Change is not something I particularly like; I am a creature of habit, a homebody, and I can feel the prickle of anxiety right now. I am trying not to let it take over, and I am just enjoying the simple everyday things that make up most of our lives here.
The school run this morning was blissful. Warm sunshine, cheerful boys, plenty of time, nothing forgotten. The sky was blue, blue, blue.
The littlest boy had an extra spring in his step, because at long last, after months of not-so-patient waiting, the day had finally arrived. He was five!
Hard to express how happy he was. He had a little bicycle, a kite, some books and some Lego and oh, he was excited. We fairly flew to school.
If it's not too wet we walk through this playing field and down towards the church and the castle. It was just glorious today in the sun.
I tried to soak it all up and store the memories. I know that one day it's likely I won't be walking these little people to school every day, and it suddenly seems so important to remember it all. Even the days when it's raining and windy and we're late and everyone is shouty and cross. Because those days are precious too and I know I will miss them.
After school there was another birthday parcel to open, one that came in the post while the littlest boy was at school. Then there was tea and a cake with homemade strawberry jam and a trip to the park to try out the kite. It is a Brookite, which is supposed to be tough and fly well, and I have to say it was fantastic.
All in all a wonderful day. Is there anything better than being five I wonder?