It’s about preserving the small details; the feelings, the adventures, the little moments and the memories of your children’s early years. They grow up faster than you can ever imagine.
Gemma opened the door to the backseat of her car and a gust of wind sent some leaves twirling and rustling around on the gravel ground. "Jumpers on!". Archer looked around rather disapprovingly whilst Bertie couldn't keep himself from telling me all about Woody and Buzz in his own made up language – the kind of language only a 19month old can make up.
My first impression was a warm sense of welcome. They were all happy to see me. The whole lot were wearing some sort of jeans blue and both the little girls wore their blonde hair out loose. I had secretly practiced their names before getting into my car but was still very delighted when I got them right!