Whilst taking a break from packing the clothes for our holiday I had one of those sentimental moments that creeps up on you, takes you by surprise, stops you in your tracks and makes you think (and in my case brought a little tear to my eye).
I looked up at the photograph of my daughter hanging on the wall and realised that she is no longer my baby. She is growing up. She is no longer a little girl - she is now - just a girl! And a girl that likes to catch the attention of the boys in the playground! She is now eight, and fast approaching nine. My little baby is now nearer to the age where she won't want to go on holiday with me, then she is the age where I rocked her to sleep cradled in my arms.
God, I love that girl and, boy do I wish I had a time machine!