Not just another day.

We spent Monday in a field. It was good.

I didn’t want Monday to disappear as an ordinary day. I think of my sister every day, but some days are bigger than others, and this was a big one.

Two years. I can’t believe it’s only been two years, so much seems to have happened since. And then other times I close my eyes and I’m right back there and it’s happening now 🙁

But most of the time it’s just part of life. And I wanted to step out of everyday life and take that time to just be, with my family, as a mark of respect, remembrance, to grab a moment, whatever.

So we did. Bought a new tent (that wasn’t mandatory, but a good incentive to get round to buying!), threw camping stuff in the car, and went off to a field. The tent is lovely, the field was a field and down the road is a fab pub, so after me and the kids spent the day quietly in the field (Tim came home to work), we had an extremely pleasant meal and a lovely evening.

Thank you world for the sunshine, the calm and quiet, for the glorious moon, for the bat that flitted around my head as I walked back to the tent with the baby.

Thank you to my family for a day of reading, remembering, of made up games in the sun, of acceptance of my need to not be all singing all dancing mummy for a day.

Thank you to Tim for helping me have my day.

And thank you to Katrin for being my sister. I miss you so much, more than I ever knew I could.