Wednesday lunchtime meant big aircraft flying over North America and then another aircraft from Hamserjam to Newcastle International. I hate saying goodbye to the gorgeous one at the airport but we have to do this. It's not quite practical yet for us to actually live on the same continent together yet alone in the same house; but one day, it will happen.
It was 4 weeks since I last saw my precious little boy and we have done nothing but cuddle and hold hands since he came running up to me in the school playground on Thursday. 4 weeks to a 6 year old is like an eternity and we're making up for not seeing each other for such a long time. It's a Bank Holiday weekend here in England, so no school on Monday, but a busy weekend of family visiting and catching up on jet lag sleep. And a bit of knitting in between I think.
Merino and possum bootees went down a storm with Baby Ollie, who is by the way, totally gorgeous, and I am starting on another pair for him in a slightly bigger size. Ethan was in awe of him and gave him kisses and hugs to the max.
12 weeks to go until the start of the summer holidays... and another trip to the US. Can't wait.
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