A little over five years ago I was at Manchester Airport about to board a flight to Amsterdam with my son to watch Manchester City play Ajax in the Champions League, with just a few minutes to go before boarding I got a ‘phone call to tell me the news that my daughter Sarah had given birth to her first child – a boy.
Step forward five years and my wife and I were calling to a local community hall to deliver the Paw Patrol birthday cake that my wife had made for Daniel’s 5th birthday.
As well as a bunch of his friends being there, his younger sister Emma and younger brother Harry were also there.
It wasn’t a family party as such, already he’s ‘too old’ for that, so after delivering the cake we didn’t stay too long so as not to outstay our welcome, but we did call back later to help with the cleaning and tidying of the community hall.
It was excellent to see that the children played traditional games and activities (including pass the parcel and biscuit decorating and even better to see that none of them had their heads buried in mobile phones or iPads.
Later in the week – 1,825 days after arriving and on Daniels birthday we met up for breakfast before they called back to our home for some present opening.
We’re fortunate to have frequent and regular contact with our grandchildren, but it doesn’t half focus your mind on the passage of time and we can hardly believe how quickly the days have passed.
Five years ago we didn’t have any grandchildren and now we have three – along with birthday parties and the inevitable cake making being firmly established as part of our family routine.