So we’re back to the school routine this morning after a really lovely week off for half term.
We had some absolutely glorious weather at the start of the week which meant we could get out to three different parks in as many days. We met up with friends on Monday afternoon, then spent Tuesday morning at another park before heading home to bake a birthday cake for Nerys in the afternoon.
Her birthday was spent excitedly opening presents and cards, eating cake and playing and enjoying a little picnic in Singleton park.
At the start of the week I got her to lie down on her baby blanket so I could take a few photos, which she thought was really quite funny. I showed her some photos that I’d taken last year and the year before of her doing the same thing so she understood why I wanted her to do it though.
The first year of her life I took a photo of her each month either wrapped in this blanket or lying on it. I completely forgot to do it for her second birthday but every other birthday since we’ve taken photos like this and they really make me happy.
I know it’s such a cliche to say it, but I really can’t quite get my head around the fact that this little baby is now 5 years old.
I can still remember so clearly the morning she was born, the song that was playing on repeat in my head all day long, how I spent that first day with her staring at her face and becoming more and more certain that her name would be Nerys. A name we hadn’t given any thought to until the midwife introduced herself. I can’t see her with any other name now, this one just seems to fit her so well.
She has brought us so much joy over the last 5 years.
I am absolutely loving getting to know her, figuring her out, trying to imagine the woman she’ll grow up to be. At 5 years old she is determined and independent with a brilliantly silly sense of humour. She loves pink and sparkles, lol dolls and my little ponies. She is creative and loves playing with her playmobil sets and drawing pictures. She is coming on so well with learning to read and is having great fun pushing herself with learning to swim.
I am just so excited to keep watching her grow, as bittersweet as it may be.
She said ‘basket’ the other day in the supermarket, after years of pronouncing it ‘bar-stick’. Such a small thing, but Steve and I both heard it and felt that little pang of realisation that she is getting older.
And in a few months’ time I’ll have to deal with Rhys turning 8. I’m not sure I’m ready for that one!