My parents split up about 8 years ago and have been divorced for about 6. They now both how new partners which make them so happy and they are much happier people. Its sad to say but at the same time lovely to see. I see people with their parents still together and having holidays together and days out and I do envy them. I do sometimes wish I could have that but then I think back to how my parent were. They weren't happy. And that is not what I would want for them. They both laugh now and they have that sparkle in their face, and it makes me happy.
The boys are pretty lucky to have 3 sets of grandparents. It means 3 birthday presents, 3 Christmas presents and the love from 6 people rather than 4. They are lucky boys.
I don't see my Dad enough. There is no reason for this we are all just so busy. And him living about an hour away makes it a little harder to just pop in. He is busy and so are we.
But today we spent the afternoon with my dad and his partner. They boys laughed, they laughed, we laughed and I am now sat here so happy as it was an incredible afternoon. I am so thankful that his partner has taken us in and treats us as her own children and our boys as her own grandchildren. They play with them and make them giggle, and the boys look up to them.
We had a bbq, the adults drank wine (minus my hubby who was driving) and the boys ate their own body weight in food. But they were happy so what does it matter every once in a while.
After the bbq Dad got out the water bombs he had got for the boys. I wasn't sure how they were going to go down - it was amazing!! The boys were so excited throwing balloons that burst with water. I threw them at my Dad which had the boys in fits of laughter.
We did have one casualty!!
Then the hubby threw one at me! But as I was so high on the boys laughter I didn't care. We played for a good hour with the water bombs. The boys ended up running around in just their wellies. The joy in their voice and on their face was one I will cherish. Noah ran to my dad to protect him from the water bombs and that moment right there melted my heart.
The last bomb was thrown and into the shower the boys jumped. Once warm, dry and into their pyjamas they spent their last hour running around in circles through the kitchen and the living room.
6 o clock came and the boys asked for milk. Milk consumed and tea drank by us we loaded up the car and were heading home.
Both boys tucked up in bed, I sit here happy. Happy for the day I spent with my Dad and his partner, and for the day the boys got to spend with their grampy. To build a bond that is so strong and a bond that will never be broken.
I need to see Dad more and I will make more of an effort. I remember my younger years with my grandparents and my bond with my Nan, and my Gramp before he sadly passed away, is so strong that is what I want for the boys.
I love you Dad.