The girls are settling in really well at school, Leila making an almost seamless transition - not too tired, making friends and just ... happy. It's different, I do miss her but she's so happy with school that I can't feel sorry for myself, I'm just so pleased.
I'm home, I'm not working at a paid job and I'm utterly happy. I'm filling my days without a problem, in fact I feel I'm achieving more now than ever. They're not exciting tasks - making pesto, daily loaves of bread, my annual staining of the outdoor timber - but I feel the measure of my days and feel satisfied.
My family, us being together, everyone being happy is what matters to me most in life. Personal achievement is fine, but if I fail at doing my bit towards making us happy as a unit, then I fail utterly. For the first time in a long time I feel that I'm getting things right. I don't believe I've ever failed my children, but I know that there was a time when my priorities to my first love, were confused. I let life overwhelm me, we both did, but space, time to focus on only family has reminded me how much I love him, that warming feeling we discovered so many years ago now, but also to remember to be sure he knows. It's a bit of a revelation to me and I'm grateful.
Life is precious, the floor can move under you without warning and suddenly everything is different. Remember if you'r not happy - make a change, don't wait, today is guaranteed, tomorrow isn't.