I stumbled upon this photo this evening scrambling through my diary searching for school term dates. Yes, only two weeks in and I'm already counting down to Easter holidays. Little wonder the years pass so quickly.
These are my great grandparents, parents of my Dad's mother, Jessie. I've been tucking it away in a diary every year for a few now, waiting to have it framed and put on the wall. It is undoubtedly one of my favourite images, they look so happy. And my great grandfather is a dead ringer for my Dad. Look at those hands, what stories this couple could share. Sadly, I never had the opportunity to know them, but how I'd love to sit down for a cuppa and a chat.
I've searched every USB stick I can find for another favourite photo, one of my beloved grandmother Jessie, sitting barefoot on a beach bench, my young dad by her side. Undoubtedly I'll find it in days to come and will share it then. She was the youngest of eleven for this couple above.
My own Jessie turned thirteen today. The first birthday of any of my children that I've not been present for. Sarah has been fortuitous these past two years of boarding school with her birthday falling on the weekend. I hadn't realised how much it meant, but have shed a few quiet tears today.
Thankfully Nanny was able to take them out for coffee this afternoon. And share this photo.
I'll have them home tomorrow evening. Happy Thirteenth Birthday my beautiful long haired girl.
I can't wait til tomorrow.