S had her first holiday romance. They made each other loom bands and he gave her shiny stones from the beach, they shared food and stories of school, he told her she was his favoutie holiday friend, she promised to write.
Seeing her face looking at him as we said goodbye honestly broke my heart, with little concept of how far Essex is from York she was unaware that this boy would never be seen again, but she still looked so sadden to be parting even for now.
2 weeks on and his name is still spoken with affection. Funny jokes he told her, facts about his school and the names of his friends he talked of back home. This boy has left an impression on my beautiful girls heart. This is life changing for her. For me too really.
Today, using the brand new Pilot Pen she stole from me, S wrote him a letter. She opened with how much she missed him, spoke of the fun we had a Camp Bestival and then expressed her hopes of seeing him soon. My baby girl, at the tender age of 5, wrote a letter. Thanks to the electronic age, I know adults that have never done that.
Letters make my day (apart from the bills) and I try to write to people as much as I can just to brighten up their day. To know this love may be passed on, for one more generations at least, makes me very happy indeed.
Her heart may break when she realises this planned reunion will not happen, or his memory made fade when a new boy steals her heart. All I know is this letter I am holding, all sealed and ready for the post tomorrow, is a right of passage for my little girl.
First holiday romance and her first pen pal.
This is a moment to cherish for us both.
