Breaking free...

Our eldest son started secondary school today.

It's one of those moments when you reflect on human mortality, the much too fleeting nature of time, pride, love, loss, happiness, sadness, nostalgia.... a Toy Story 3 moment... ;)

I would've cried proud, happy, sad, nostalgic tears had the 3 year old not decided to have a screaming tantrum at the moment No1 son left the house!

Although, writing this and looking at this photo of him stepping out alone, too long trousers, baggy jumper, dwarfed by his mahoooosive backpack ... there is a lumpy throat & a damp eye...