I have just returned home after dropping my eldest son off at a Higher Education event at our local University. He will be picking up information from different universities and going to talks on subjects that interest him.
We arrived early (I arrive everywhere early) so I parked in a quiet side street and we chatted until it was time for him to go.
As I watched my six foot plus teenager walking away to plan his future, I found myself thinking of other times I have watched him go in the past, first day at school, to cub camp, first school trip staying away from home, first day at secondary school etc etc. I am very happy, and very lucky, that I have been able to spend so much time with my children as they are growing up but how quickly that time has passed.
I'll admit that I had to spend a while sitting quietly in the car swallowing hard to get rid of the lump in my throat before I pulled myself together and drove home.