Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Our son James is 21. As of 5.15am yesterday. He started very small. Now he's almost 5 inches taller than me. I love him so much. We had a family meal out last night as we do for everyone's birthday. We talked about times good and times not so good. Of football in the garden - how many games did we play? I miss that. I hadn't realised before he spoke of it last night quite how hard he had found us moving from Cambridge aged 11 [when I had finished residential training.] Ouch, revelations like that cut deep to a parent. Did we do the right thing by our kids? Anyhow, somehow he's emerged from it all very lovely, with a great sense of fun, and very good company. This pic is of him around age 8 or 9.