So here I am approaching my next birthday – I’m at that age where I can reverse the numbers and it sounds much more attractive! And I’m reflecting on my lovely family – the only problem is the older they get, the more I have to admit the older I’m getting.
Hoss, my ever-supportive husband is also ageing at exactly the same rate as me (albeit he’s trailing behind me by six months). He’s creative, aspirational, a bit quirky – and dare I say increasingly forgetful. And I love him to bits 😍
Then there are the boys. Daniel, reserved, generous and fiercely loyal to those he loves; married to the lovely Niamh our stunning Irish daughter-law, who is kind and gentle and worries far too much about everything.
Oliver is a different kettle of fish – confident, gregarious and a bit of a madcap – very ‘out there’ (well that’s how it seems to his behind the times mother!). He’s about to marry the gorgeous Bea, who we are blessed to welcome in to our family. Where daughters in law are concerned, we’ve definitley hit the jackpot.
And so we come to Sebastian. Our totally gorgeous, delightful, clever, perfect grandson (cut me some slack here - I’m his grandmother, and I’m allowed…). And last but not least, Dylan. I never thought I was a ‘small dog’ person, but Oliver and Bea’s dog is a Chihuahua with the biggest personality – he’s adorable (I swear he thinks he’s a mountain rescue dog or something).
To use one of my Dad’s old phrases, they all live within 'spitting distance'. Or to put it more plainly - within child and dog minding distance. Or, “we were just passing, and thought we’d pop in for lunch” distance! My life seems to be one long round of child minding, nursery runs, dog minding, picking up, dropping off…
Anyway, that’s the clan. They’re my clan and I wouldn’t have them any other way. My only worry is that these days won’t last forever, and one day soon these will be just distant fond memories.
Disclaimer: I know my children will be mortified by this blog – but what are mother’s for if not to embarrass their offspring!
