On Monday my elder daughter, Zoe, officially starts in senior 2. In a few weeks she will be 13. In 5 years she will have left school.
Over the past year it has occurred to me more and more that really my main role in life isn't to beaver away here, it isn't tied up with spread sheets and order forms. In the same way, Euan's main role isn't to tend to his patients or worry over surgery slots. For the next 8 years, now that they are growing up, our main role is living a life that is full of fond moments, creating secure, happy, full, teen years that will form a blanket for our girls.
I am not daft enough to think that heading into the teenage years will be plain sailing - but we are determined to make an effort to have more days like these.
So today we have been shopping and bought a tent. For when we are away in a tent , I magically stop fretting about orders and fabric and figures and Euan stops worrying about flooring and prescriptions and mortgages and the girls don't miss the various screens that fill their lives.
I am intending to take up listening to Zoe sing and play guitar, playing elaborate card games and eating lots of sausages.
And through the week I shall be here fretting no doubts over fabric and figures.