Tomorrow my little boy starts school. As I cradle his littlest sister in my arms I wonder where the last five years have gone. I want every moment with him back, when he was two months old and lay against my neck just like she does now; one year sleeping on his stomach; two years – strong and chubby; three years, four years, five years.
These are D’s first shoes, worn today by Esther for the first time. I bought them before D was born, for my husband on our third wedding anniversary which just happens to be leather. This week we picked up up his black school shoes in size 11. Yes, I’m happy to see him growing every day, but oh how I have loved these first five years with Daniel. After tomorrow, things will never be the same again. For him, though, the best is yet to come.