Heard today our beautiful little people are moving to their forever home soon after Christmas. They have been our life for the past 16 months.
They are our first and have completely captured our hearts. They are 2 & 3 and we have covered so much ground with them - we adore them.
The professional part of me is really strong and knows it was always part of the plan and I must do this that and the other.. and then I crumble once they are in bed and struggle to think of life without them.
People say your first are the hardest.... how can my heart be so full of pride (proud of them) and breaking at the same time?
Please hold my hand...
