Where has this week gone? It seems that no sooner was I setting off on the flight to England, than here I am about to get the return flight today.
It's been a fabulous week. I have seen my daughter and grandsons every day...I've looked after both boys on my own a few times, and it's given them the chance to get to know me better.
My daughter and I spent her birthday last Monday together. The boys stayed with their paternal grandparents, which enabled us to hit the shops and to enjoy lunch at our favourite restaurant...something we haven't been able to do for about 3 years now. It was a real treat. I have missed far too many of her birthdays, and I don't intend to miss another one.
A get-together with both of my brothers and their families yesterday, finished off the week nicely for me. Although it will only be a matter of days before I see my youngest brother again, as he and his wife are flying out to Bodrum on Thursday, and they will be staying at the hotel where Mr A worked before his current job.
I will see my daughter and grandsons one last time this morning before setting off and I'm dreading it, because I know there are going to be tears. Just the thought of leaving them...even typing about it here...is making me well up.
I've made a decision though. I have vowed to make a trip to see them every three months rather than the twice yearly visits. It will mean making sacrifices, counting the pennies, tightening of belts...but it will be worth it. I really want to experience more precious moments with these two beautiful boys.
Being a grandmother is one of the most exciting and rewarding experiences of my life.