...that he, just fourteen months her senior, was hitting her on the head with a biscuit tin lid (to find out what would happen. She cried); that she wept when he was sick at playgroup; that he wept because he wanted the Fisher Price record player we had given her for Christmas, and not the toy garage, painstakingly made by his father. That they fought - oh, how they fought - in the back of the car, on walks, at home...any location was just fine.
This year, they each (separately) took their families to the US for a holiday. And the best day? According to the grandchildren, it was the day they all met up on Manhatten Beach, and this photo was taken.
(All together now) - aaaaaah!
AAAhhhhhhhh..lovely picture....and what is it with time? just speeds up and pushes us on....and how great that they still want to be in each others lives.
ReplyDeleteLibby, all my children fought like cats when they were small, and they now go out of their way (not necessarily as far as the US!) to see each other.
DeleteAaaaaah, lovely xx
ReplyDeleteIf only they'd felt like that when they were younger, Teresa!
DeleteI've always liked happy endings.
ReplyDeleteMe too, Graham.
DeleteYou and they are very fortunate. So many families drift apart and stop communicating for the silliest reasons.
ReplyDeleteMaggie, I suppose it's that od thing about not choosing your family with a lot of people. I know we're lucky.
DeleteThat is truly heart-warming, Frances. xxx
ReplyDeleteThank you, Joanna.
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ReplyDeleteIt's the same for my sister and I. We fought, fought, fought when we were kids (we're 14 months apart, by the way), and if we didn't fight we were being so daft that our Mum said she didn't know what was worse - when we got along or when we didn't.
ReplyDeleteNowadays, we love each other to bits and even volunteer to spend 1 1/2 weeks together in a cottage in Yorkshire.
It's the mums that get the worst of it, Meike, sadly. But I enjoy them all hugely now.
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