There's never quite enough of it. It runs out far too quickly. It's very precious.
I arrived in England a week ago and every day except one has been spent with my daughter and grandsons. Very precious moments. Exhausting but so enjoyable.
The only day I didn't see Billy and Jimi was Wednesday. Our family attended a funeral. A tragic death, a very sad story, but not one I feel appropriate to share in my blog. A distressing day and one that reminded us all how time is so precious.
There was a misunderstanding at Billy's nursery school on Tuesday, the day of his birthday. He made a cake and took it in to share. It didn't get shared and when my daughter collected him, he was in tears. It spoilt the day for him. It was a breakdown in communication, which was dealt with the following day, but a little too late for Billy.
Today we are having a joint celebration for Billy and Jimi (it's Jimi's birthday on Monday), and a gang of children will be joining them at something called Junglemania, where there are activities and lots of fun, along with a tea party, cake and goody bags.
I did intend to take lots of photos...honestly. Somehow I never seem to find time. No doubt my daughter will produce some good ones and I'll share them when I return home on Tuesday.