At this time 18 years ago I was on a really long walk. I walked from 1 until 4.30, came home did some knitting, ate something, had a bath and went to bed. When I woke up at 3 it crossed my mind that I might be in labour but decided to go back to sleep. Waking again at 5, it was time to tell Mr All-Trades. He said, "it's not time yet, go back to sleep." "I've tried that," I replied, "would you mind calling the midwife?" The midwife arrived and out the baby popped.
Soon to be the mother of an adult is making me feel old and tearful. I wish I could be more like the long suffering husband, who says when he thinks about being the father of an adult he just feels proud that she has grown into such a wonderful person.
Aww, wasn't I cute! :')
ReplyDeleteI still think Dad is just proud that I've reached adulthood!
You'll never be old at heart though mummy because I'll never grow up!