The little girl who would cry when I went in to take a reading group, because she knew I would only stay an hour and then leave her.
The little girl who plays football every lunchtime with all the boys and who hugs Jim the lollipop man every day "because he is old and sweet".
The little girl, who today, made me shed a tear at their leavers' assembly because she had a prime role to play (reading to all the parents while dressed as a news reporter).
This little girl is nearly eight and I don't know where the years have gone. She will always be my baby and I truly wish she didn't have to grow up.
|The day she left pre-school 2008|
|First day at school, September 2008|
|Poor excuse for a hedgehog, Harvest Festival 2008|
|Very proud to be a big sister, summer 2009|
|Cheeky girls in a tent, summer 2009|
Because it's a mad week with end of term shenanigans, I won't be going to any cherry tree shops for a few days. How will I survive? I shall start getting withdrawal symptoms...