I was sorting through Ella's school book bag on Sunday evening, getting ready for the week ahead. In and amongst the parent governor nomination letter, her communication book and the many drawings she comes home with on a daily basis, I found this...
It's nowhere near legible and she has obviously had help to copy the letters but it is her first attempt and I love it. I love that she tried, I love that it's for me and I love the promises it signifies for the future.
This evening we opened her birthday presents from her party at the weekend. My plan was to just do a few each night this week as last year she would only stay interested in opening presents 2 or 3 at a time and needed help getting the paper off.
Well, my plan was busted as she wanted to open them all and didn't want help, thank you very much!
With each lovely and thoughtful present that was opened came a card. And in some of those cards, her friends had written their own names in their own hand and I felt a moment of sadness that Ella can't do that yet.
Can't do it. Yet.
But her picture has pride of place on the fridge door, a reminder that she will get there in her own time.