It finally happened.
After feeling like I’ve been stuck in the house for weeks, other than trips out on the school run and to the shops, we finally made it out properly.
Saturday morning started wet and a little miserable.
But then, mid morning, the clouds gave way to glorious blue skies and sunshine.
So we went to the beach.
We walked along the sand to meet Nana and Pops, then back along the beach to Victoria park.
It’s something we do all the time. But it felt so lovely.
There’s something a bit special about sea air I think.
And even though it was cold, and I wiped a lot of snotty noses, we were all so happy to be out. Together.
And Nerys went on the big girl swings.
Steve’s taken her out a few times without me recently, and they’ve clearly been practicing this.
Because she just looked so right on that swing. So steady. So confident. So big.
I’m not sure I’m quite ready for these moments. Those moments that are so small, but that mark something so much bigger.
My little girl is just that, a little girl now.
“You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth”