Joy is manifest in the children, in my daughters, now that is pride, that is joy. M leaves nursery tomorrow and starts P1 on Tuesday. Have I not felt such pride before? Nothing even comes close, and all she had to do was be herself, which is amazing. BB has really come out this summer, wild but more articulate, more grown and ready to take on her sister’s role. Pride? The word isn’t even close just the closest I can think of. Pure unfiltered unadulterated utter love. Nothing comes close, nothing relates.