Home

My lovely husband is home this afternoon after a week away, in all manner of places and by all means of transport. He arrived home by plane and the littlest and I went to pick him up.

My little one has been playing with his little planes all morning so was quite excited to find a small hill on the edge of the airport compound from where we could watch the planes arrive. We were delighted to see the purple fly be plane arrive and buffet down onto the runway and we ran into the terminal building to wave hello, only to discover that that was the flybe from Birmingham, not Manchester and so we had to go back out and brave the cold again and wait for more purple planes to arrive.

It is lovely to have the whole family home, for the night at least, before the eldest boy heads off tomorrow.

Tonight my boys have been tussling a lot and it frustrates me no end, but then something happens and I find myself sitting outside the littlest's room listening to his big brother reading Burglar Bill to him and everything seems idyllic. Moments. Treasure the moments.