She’s 12!

It’s always such a relief when the birthday goes well. There’s an expectation from us really to make it as magical and memorable as possible. This always involves a very late night the night before as we attempt to pull something out the bag. With E getting older it gets a bit more difficult. This year we went for the 3 broomsticks pub in honour of our recent trip to the Harry Potter experience. It went down far better than expected, and childhood awe returned to our 12 year old. Who has her feet firmly placed between childhood and tweendom. Today my girl was back.