My sister rang 5 mins ago, asking whether my dds would like to meet their cousin for a puppy walk and -head in hands - I allowed it.
Is it just the stage where you see your daughters walking together, independant of you, that makes me so sad, or is it the fact that this is the start of their independancy, rendering me a '"Oh, you're, there, then'" mum?
It crucified me to see them both walking into the distance.