My friend’s daughter asked her mum last night if “Aunty Jen” would be coming to see her in the nativity play, her mum said no, Aunty Jen has to work and anyway she can’t come because she doesn’t have any children. Little Jemma obviously gave this some thought, and got up early this morning, woke her mum up and said we need to leave 10 minutes early, we’re going to Aunty Jen’s, but she would’t tell her mum why.
So there I am at 8.30 this morning, standing on my drive, freezing cold but warm inside as little Jemma stands there singing me her solo, complete with sign language, because she didn’t want me to miss it. Lump in throat? yes. Smile? oh yes :D