Today is Christmas Eve, as I sit and write this the children are downstairs with Eddy building the Lego from their advent and asking question after question about Christmas Day itself. As a child tomorrow is the day, it is the day it all leads up to, the day
It was forecast. Highly anticipated. We refreshed the weather app every hour, we mentally prepared for the significant shift in the days activities and awoke early to jump out of the warm cosy bed and sneak a peek through the curtains onto the street beyond. Not your usual Sunday morning.
I am at the stage of parenting with Roma that I’m in acceptance. I know the baby days are behind us and whilst sometimes I am sad about that I have come to focus on all the amazing times to come. I am not longer sad at the lasts, or overly emotional at the firsts but into the joy of what that moment brings. I will be honest and say