For Caroline and I, our conversations are usually about one of two things - sewing or children. On Monday, it was children. (Oh, OK - there was a little bit of talk about sewing!)
Our chatter was:
"Oh you should have heard Lizzy, she was so sweet when......."
"Pippa was so delightful when she......"
"Martin always makes me laugh. Yesterday he....."
"Madeleine is growing up so fast. The other day she...."
"Even in the middle of the night Will can make me smile....."
It made me realise, that right now, all our children, ranging from 7 months to 5 and a half years, are at a perfect age. They are happy within themselves and happy within their family. But this was not the first time we had chatted like this. It doesn't seem to matter what our children's ages there is always something to delight and amaze us.
There is no doubt that all our children can push our buttons, have regular melt downs and at times drive us crazy. They make us angry. They make us worry. But much more importantly they are living life to the fullest, growing a little more independent each day. They are laughing and making us laugh. They are crying and making us cry. They are striving and making us strive.
It seems to me that every age is a perfect one.