My girl goes on her first Big School trip today. She is off to Aviemore for a skiing weekend.
She has always loved the snow, straight out there even in a blizzard. "Snow Mum, snow!". Out there in the coldest weather without a care. Wearing too big wellies and a great big smile.
Does she ski, well not yet, but she can snow board. Skiing is just another talent waiting in the wings for her to embrace and make her own.
She is so excited about this trip. There has been talk of nothing else lately. How big she is getting, how independent, how grown up. It makes me proud, it makes me happy, it makes me sad.
The bag is packed, the tuck box of sweets stashed away with the DS, games, a book, pens and paper (takes after me there). She is ready to go.
She goes to her Dad's most weekends so I'm used to her absence, to the silence where there is usually chatter, TV and laughter, to the calm where there is usually chaos and mess. This feels different though, this is the big world, this is Out There.
I hope there is snow in the highlands this weekend.
Let it snow!