My daughter left home this morning. No, she’s not a teen rebel (yet. I’m praying she doesn’t turn out like I did as a teenager) and I haven’t nagged her into deserting me at the age of 13…she’s just gone on holiday with her grandparents for a week…and I’m already missing her.
Mum is going to take my ‘baby’ to Mass on Saturday night. I had already agreed to the holiday before it entered my head to think about her missing Mass! …and then I got palpitations, and contacted my folks to make sure that she wouldn’t miss her obligation.
My parents, as some of you aware, are not church goers, so this means a lot to me that they are prepared to take Primadonna to Mass when they aren’t even Catholic themselves (most likely Dad will just drop them off and then collect them later)
So, yesterday evening my daughter was pulling things out of the laundry and saying “shall I take this?”….she has known all week that she has been going, and now decides that she wants to take a variety of clothing that may or may not have even been washed yet!
Dad drove up from Wales this morning, had an hour here in England and then took my baby back with him.
I don’t know why I posted this picture, but I think that it was so that even when I’m on the computer, I can see her beautiful face all week long while she’s away. And I can’t wait to hear my mobile phone ringing because she has recorded her own voice as a ring tone for me so, she can still speak to me even though we’re 120 miles apart!
p.s. If there is any further spam in my comments box I’m going to have to do that comment verification thing. Sorry, but I’m getting completely fed up of reading about microsoft, ceiling fans and agent orange.