So my youngest son (age 6 and a half) has got himself a girlfriend. It’s all very sweet – they make little cards and presents that they bring into school to give to each other. The other morning he woke me up at 6.30am to help him draw a fairy with pink glitter wings – and this from a boy whose artwork usually depicts Star Wars characters engaged in serious combat. His older brother (age 9 and a half), who baulks at the very idea of a ‘girlfriend’, is fascinated by his little brother’s blossoming love saga and keeps asking ‘Will you get married?’ and ‘Do you love her?’
Last night at bedtime Casper told me that M is ‘the most beautiful girl in the world’. After a pause he added, apologetically: ‘Even more beautiful than you mummy’! Oh well, I suppose it’s what happens to all mothers of sons: one day you find yourself demoted from your position as their number one female. I just thought I had a few more years left in the top spot!
Then he went on to tell me that ‘When M and I get married we are going to live in this house, mummy’. I replied ‘OK honey, that sounds nice but what about me and daddy. Where are we going to live?’ He thought about this carefully for a minute and then said: ‘You can live in the playhouse!’
Hmm, I suppose that by the time he gets married we may very well be ready to downsize but I had hoped for a bit more space than 3 square metres!
Our future home at the bottom of the garden
In the picture above is the Valentines card my husband gave me this year. We weren’t quite that young when we met but we have been together for 17 years so I suppose we did kind of ‘grow up’ together in our 20s and 30s