I find it harder to speak feelings than to write them, I felt this way all weekend, choked up a little by my inability to vocalise words.
Our weekend was beautiful; we spent it in the leafy luxury of Herefordshire staying in a stunning barn called Serafina. Myself, my two best friends and our families. Seven children ranging in age from seven years to 3 months and five adults. There was a lot of laughing, a fair bit of tantrum throwing, a mild spot of sulking, minutes were passed playing monopoly and swinging from tree tyres and the evenings were spent swimming in gin.
A slight shadow of sadness sat behind the sunshine of the weekend. One of my best friends is due to board a plane to live in Australia shortly, taking her beautiful baby boy (my godson) to an exciting new life for two years.
We don’t talk as often as we’d like and streams of children that have come along through the years has meant meeting up has become less and less frequent. But I love these women like my sisters and Australia is a long way away.
We didn’t do anything spectacular, the weekend passed by in a happy blur, ending with a soaking of sunshine.
Serafina offers a fantastic place to escape with the kids, completely childsafe and open plan so the kids could roam wild whilst the grown ups cooked, talked and drank copious cups of tea. We have not been ‘sponsored’ to write about our weekend break but it was such a delicious experience that I would highly recommend others spend time there.
On our final day we battled through the claustrophobia of a maze, and swooned at the sight of the sunken garden with the backdrop of a castle behind us. We sat with the rare rays of sun on our faces and watched the younger ones play together as a group for the last time in a while…
The children played well together, (for the most part,) and BB adored talking to the ‘babies’ and showed no signs of jealously that a beautiful 15 month old toddler could run rings around her while she stayed firmly perched on the floor.
Then it ended and real life forced its return upon us. Tears sprung to my eyes as I kissed my godson goodbye thinking the next time he graced my arms he would be a taller talking three-year old.
And then to my friend, with whom I share a decade of memories; how can you say goodbye for two years?
Can a hug convey that much. Even the written word cannot convey how much I will miss her.
A marvellous weekend; simply over too soon.
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