So here I am approaching my next birthday ā Iām at that age where I can reverse the numbers and it sounds much more attractive! And Iām reflecting on my lovely family ā the only problem is the older they get, the more I have to admit the older Iām getting.
Hoss, my ever-supportive husband is also ageing at exactly the same rate as me (albeit heās trailing behind me by six months). Heās creative, aspirational, a bit quirky ā and dare I say increasingly forgetful. And I love him to bits š
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 ā confident, gregarious and a bit of a madcap ā very āout thereā (well thatās how it seems to his behind the times mother!). Heās about to marry the gorgeous Bea, who we are blessed to welcome in to our family. Where daughters in law are concerned, weāve definitley hit the jackpot.
And so we come to Sebastian. Our totally gorgeous, delightful, clever, perfect grandson (cut me some slack here - Iām his grandmother, and Iām allowedā¦). And last but not least, Dylan. I never thought I was a āsmall dogā person, but Oliver and Beaās dog is a Chihuahua with the biggest personality ā heās adorable (I swear he thinks heās a mountain rescue dog or something).
To use one of my Dadās old phrases, they all live within 'spitting distance'. Or to put it more plainly - within child and dog minding distance. Or, āwe were just passing, and thought weād pop in for lunchā distance! My life seems to be one long round of child minding, nursery runs, dog minding, picking up, dropping offā¦
Anyway, thatās the clan. Theyāre my clan and I wouldnāt have them any other way. My only worry is that these days wonāt last forever, and one day soon these will be just distant fond memories.
Disclaimer: I know my children will be mortified by this blog ā but what are motherās for if not to embarrass their offspring!