my parents did the loveliest thing tonight
i got home from uni, exhausted after a long year of learning, maturing and responsibility - and they made me a lovely cup of tea and told me to come and watch something on mum’s tv. they’d found an old tape of me and my cousins when we were little; the first part was of me aged about eight months, playing with an adorable ginger tabby kitten at my auntie’s house. all the adults had hilarious eighties hair still, and my golden halo of ringlets was in a cute little ponytail. the most wonderful thing about this recording, by far, was my grandma - she looked just as i remembered her, tall and elegant, in her gypsy skirt and poofy top, floor-length hair piled high on her head. she was playing with me and talking to me in her lovely irish accent, holding my hands to help me walk and dance with her. i loved my grandma so much, and even though i can’t remember that particular day it brought all our memories back. i went on to play with the kitten for hours, giggling in almost the exact same way i do now, every time it did a little leap or pounce.
the next few were of me and my cousins, at about three years old, on holiday in devon - throwing pebbles into the sea, feeling the chilly waves lap at our feet and squealing, trying to catch crabs in the rockpools. i remember these times so much better, and the thrill of paddling on the beach for the first time is still so clear a memory. another one was of the first time we went to pecorama, a miniature railway park - i was sitting on my dad’s knee for the whole ride in the tiny open carriage, happily going “woo woo!” like a train at every opportunity.
that video’s brought back so many memories, and really made me realise what a lovely childhood i had with my family. i feel all fuzzy. ♥