Proud and blessed

I love my kids. They may drive me up the wall and around the bend, but they really are good kids.

My boy had his swimming carnival today. He nominated for and swam 50m for all 4 strokes. He's not yet 9 years old.

Of course, he came first in each - we might mention that there wasn't much competition in the 50m races - but the main thing was he got in and had a go and had fun.

And one thing that made me all warm and fuzzy was during one race, one of his little mates walked beside me as I videoed it and cheered him on and went up and high-fived him at the end - now that's a good mate.

My kids are growing up.

I looked at the girl this morning and realised she's basically a teenager and becoming independent. She took it upon herself to make Easter gifts for all her teachers and delivered them herself before school. She looks so grown up in her high school uniform. And her report card for the term was basically glowing.

So, so proud.

And very, very blessed.