Thursday 18 June 2015


Ethan is so very lucky. He has a Nanna and Gramps (my parents) who love him very much. They may not get to see him as often as we would all like, but the time they do have together it precious and full of fun.

He also has a Nanny and Grandad who think he's the bee's knees and who live only 10 minutes away, so he's never too far from toast and Disney films at Nanny's house.

My Grandad, a dappy gent

I was lucky to have a wonderful Nanna and Grandad whom I adored. I have such fond, vivid memories of travelling to see them in Lincolnshire when I was young. Of visiting garden centres and only having a dessert if my Grandad had one first. Of creeping into their bedroom in the mornings and having a cup of tea in a big green teacup, with a Rich Tea biscuit waiting on the saucer. Of spinning around in their round rotating retro chairs, even though my Mum told me not to. Of Old Spice scented cuddles on the sofa on Christmas day.

They had a huge garden, the kind a small girl could easily get lost in, wrapped up in her imagination. I remember practising my majorette routines on the lawn whilst they proudly watched on and clapped in encouragement, even when I dropped my baton (I was never any good really, despite the practice).

I'm fortunate at least that my Grandad got to meet Stephen before he passed away, but I'll always feel sad that he didn't get to see us get married or have the chance to meet Ethan. He would be so amazed, and proud.

Grandparents are a great gift to our children. Stephen sadly never met one of his Grandad's and the other died when he was a baby, so for him, it's even more important for Ethan to have a bound with his Grandparents. 

There's no worries there at all. They might think he's the best thing since sliced bread, but he looks up to all four of them with a twinkle in his eye and a cheesy grin on his face.


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