This morning, my little sunshine boy thundered down the path to your house, short legs pumping, covered in the bruises of a thousand tree-climbing adventures and hair already wet with the heat of today in the way that only you boys seem to be able to manage.
We get to your door and you're almost ready to go bar a disagreement with Daddy about what shoes are going to look best with your trousers. No matching uniform for you boys today but you carry the same sense of mischief, this is going to be a memorable trip.
It's your first visit to 'big school' and you're going together. A big deal, a big day.
I walk with your Daddy while the two of you trot on ahead but you are good enough to stop at the road which is frankly amazing given how away with the fairies you both seem to be. Stop, look and listen. Good boys.
We go a little further and you stop again, not for the road but to pick up a feather. You hold it out and say "Look Daddy, here's a feather from Mummy." Your mummy. Your daddy's wife. My beautiful friend. She saw you and sent you a feather and in that moment she is where she should be, here with us, with your Daddy, walking you to school.
A second later and you're off. Running, racing, chasing your friend, your mummy's smile bright on your face.