Two weeks ago a fair few childhood dreams came true, when we were invited to the Sylvanian Families 30th Birthday picnic at Wallington Hall in Northumberland.
So I’ve lost count of which week we’re on, and the house is beyond a tip, but we’ve made it this far without too many tears (mine mostly).
L breaks up this afternoon, marking the end of her time in early year’s / foundation class. Although it’s two years ago in September, I remember clearly the day I dropped her off at nursery, a tiny three year old decked out from head to toe in school uniform. I could have burst with pride at L’s excitement, holding hands tightly as we walked along the path. Beginning a whole new adventure of her very own, and signalling a distinctly symbolic day for both of us. View Full Post