We celebrated Speckly Woo's fourth birthday yesterday. A close family affair, enjoyed in all the chaos and commotion associated with opening gifts and entertaining three little girls.
Our three granddaughters have taken centre-stage these past few years but, yesterday, my thoughts drifted back to around ten days before Speckly Woo's arrival. Occasionally, in our lives, we are blessed with special moments, days to remember and people to cherish.
It was my birthday, 23rd November, 2006. I had dropped Mags off at her place of work before heading over to our daughter's house. On arrival, she gave me a birthday hug and handed me a card and CD-shaped gift. It was the 'Love' album, by The Beatles.
We're both big fans. So we sat, with mugs of coffee, the hi-fi cranked up, and the music playing. Hardly a comment passed between us. Perhaps, the odd glance as a particular favourite cued up. This was one of those special times, a father and daughter experience. A string of time holding those jewelled moments. And at the heart of it all, a tear. Not a tear of sadness, but a tear of joy that sprung deep from her childhood. Something connected without warning, as the album progressed into 'Octopus's Garden/Lady Madonna'. Whatever else, it was a shared instant of joy, not to be analysed or investigated. Merely held, and kept safe.