My husband often describes me as determined. One of those people who set their heart on something and then makes it happen, no matter what the cost. I’m not sure I’m as ‘warrior’ as that sounds, I am probably more stubborn and hate to be let down once I have my mind made up. So, like a five year old, really.
Examples include us getting a bunny. Totally crazy, last minute and a million reasons why we shouldn’t. But come Easter morning, there was a bunny waiting for Poss and the rest, as they say, is history.
Of course not everything ends this well. There *may* have been times when my stubborn-ness (totally a word if you are wondering) and determination has seen us head after false sunshine, but being the stubborn person I am, I’m not going to admit those may have anything to do with me . Because, stubborn.
This one could go either way. Celebrated in family folklore, or never to be spoken of again. It really is all the crazy.
Tonight I am taking Poss to see One Direction.
I honestly don’t know how she will cope with the crowd, the noise, the almost inevitable hysteria from a bazillion young girls; but I know the smile that she had on her face this morning when I surprised her with the tickets is bigger than we’ve seen for a while. And really, that’s what it’s about right?
So, if you don’t hear from me for a few days, you can assume at worst, I’ve been trampled by a hormone fuelled pack of teenagers, at best my hearing is recovering from an influx of high pitch screams.