I'm only posting this in the light of losing Di. Just to say how so important it is to tell your loved ones they are loved.
Not that I ever need reminding how important family is....
We picked mum and dad up mid morning - the twins joined us a little while later. My folks knew Conor would be with us but Jacob swapped a shift at work to be with us too.
We call dad patrolman man....if I/we say we'll be there at a certain time he's there waiting for us.
The sheer joy on his face when he saw Jacob getting out the car alongside Conor was bliss.
Cue going into the apartment and his grandma seeing him....so lovely to see my big 6ft+ lads cuddling their wee 5ft 1 gran.
Anyway....the 6 of us went to mum and dad's favourite eating place.
We had a lovely couple of hours eating and chatting.
As mum was paying the bill (thanks mum!) I heard her saying to dad how happy she felt with us all around.
Us 4 came back to our town and the boys are joining us shortly with our Friday tapas crew.
Let your loved ones know they're loved. Tell them every day. xx