Harry, Emily and I went to nursery this afternoon. Back to where they both spent a happy two years, Emily not so very long ago. They were holding a bazaar: face painting, bouncy castle, lucky dip, treasure maps and hook the duck, not to mention the nearly new, book and other stalls.
An incredible array, an incredible turn out, and you should have seen the amount of chocolate gold that Harry panned from the sand tray. We had so much fun, and everybody else seemed as though they were too.
It meant something a bit more to the three of us, though. Emily didn't twig really, but Harry understands about charity, and he was proud that his old nursery school was raising money to stop other mummys dying like his did.
The first Jessica's Trust fundraiser was, I suspect, a huge success in monetary terms. I already know it was a success in the terms that matter even more. People mind about the next Jessica too, and the fact that so many people were there just proves it. Together, I promise, we can make a difference.
Emily will be as grateful as 'the boys' one day. In the meantime, she loves her Sheepy, that she won on the tombola, and the pencils and pink pad she dug out of the lucky dip.
Thank you, Gardens Nursery.