At just gone 6am the silhouette of a slightly bigger girl appeared in our bedroom doorway and woke us with the words “can we go downstairs?”
We both managed a sleepy “Happy Birthday” from the warmth of the duvet.She had forgotten it was her birthday.
A rather more excited voice asked again - “can we go downstairs!”
“Get dressed first, and then we’ll all go down”.
She then began informing her sisters of the obvious reasoning for it -
“We can’t go down yet, Dad needs to switch the lights on and get the camera ready”
“Yeah, Dad always does that”
Who knew that I was so predictable, and that the children rememberthe things we quietly do?