I was thrilled when we were awarded the 2012 games, we even started to put money away so DS (only newborn at the time) could go and see some of it.
Fast forward several years and my work situation meant that the sailing was the only event we could really attend. Sadly the lottery system made this unlikely and I started to be disillusioned.
Never one to be miserable for long, I enjoyed the build up and pitied the moaners. Like most, I had my reservations about some of LOCOGs decisions but overall I looked forward to it.
The Olympic opening ceremony came and went, and DS and I spent literally hours in front of the TV. When DH came home we sat down together and cheered and groaned our way through the coverage, becoming more enthusiastic and inspired as the days went on.
The Olympic closing ceremoney left us very flat but we said "Oh well, theres always the Paralympics"
And then....
DS and I managed, after many hours of chasing velodrome tickets, to get equestrian tickets and also to see the Olympic Park. We came back humbled, inspired and overall, really proud to be British.
We spent even longer in front of the TV, DH has become an avid wheelchair basketball fan and we have wept enough to keep us out of tears for several months to come.
Today DS sobbed that he did not want it to end (he is 8 and now harbours dreams of being a triathlete) I have watched the closing ceremony to the end, DS and DH peeled off along the way as they have work and school in the morning.
So all in all, AIBU to be sad its over? And AIBU to thank every single person who has made this summer the best we have ever had (despite the weather!)?