Today marked a milestone in our family history. The boy wonder is now a 'big boy', so he and his sister donned their uniforms and the whole family walked to school together.
We took more pictures than the children felt willing to pose for so half the photos contain face pulling or are blurred by sudden movements as they adopted a Power Ranger stance rather than standing neatly in their freshly ironed uniforms and new shoes that will be scuffed before I finish writing this post.
I haven't felt particularly sad about our daughter becoming a 'junior' or our son starting primary, because they are now together during the day and we are financially and logistically better off with the pre-school years behind us. That said I have been a little more wistful and reflective and am being told to 'stop looking at me!'on a regular basis so I feel I offer the children an explanation. Here it is:
When I'm looking at you, or holding your hand, or giving you a cuddle, I'm trying to take in and commit to memory every little part of you - every detail on your face, how you move and stand, how