The thread about what was special about christmases made me cry. I don't think it's because christmases were so great back then - it's something to do with the past. Those days that will never come again! When everything felt magical, and I was young, and my parents were looking after me.
I just feel sad that I'm now the grown up.
I do love my life, and love looking after my children, and making their lives magical. There was just suddenly a strong longing for what has gone. Anyone else?
I'm not usually nostalgic, and I am epic at throwing things away and moving on. But suddenly - gulp.