When I got a promotion at work about a year ago it meant that I had to up my working days to 4 (plus a little more). As a result and in order to make things work for our family, The Native arranged to go down to 4 working days.
Mondays are his Daddy/Daughter Day with The Duchess and to be honest, I never anticipated they would become what they now are.
He makes such an effort to take her out and do things with her. It has genuinely become a time that he cherishes. With my marathon of a maternity leave now only days away, we are both grieving losing that Monday because we know what it means to her and we both understand and see that it has really come to be something quite special for him, too.
They trundled around the Cathedral, charming (at least in The Native’s account of things) the older visitors. But the best bit of the day was walking around the moat. The Native showed me this picture when I got home. I love her mischievous face. It tells a story. And there is definitely a story there.
“I told her that if she caught a pigeon, she could keep it.”
Thankfully she hasn’t yet inherited my insane fear of pigeons and seagulls (and I will argue that there is a VERY good reason to fear them). She took the challenge seriously. As a girl should.
“But then she came across this freakishly over-confident pigeon. The thing wouldn’t move and came right up to her. She was reaching out to grab it and I had to scream, ‘DON’T TOUCH IT!'”
Hey. He set the challenge.
Even when The Native “loses” his Mondays, long may Daddy/Daughter Days reign.