The letter of confirmation has been received and the date marked in black ink on the family calendar. Come September, my funny, sweet, kind, chaotic, smiley sidekick will be stomping his way to the nursery at the village school. Five mornings a week, I will miss his constant questions, fierce hugs and cheeky grin as he replies, 'go for ice cream', whenever I ask him what he wants to do that day.
Over the past ten years, I've spent more time 'abroad' than in the UK and more time in airports than is healthy. Working for a global company meant frequent trips to the US, Germany and Italy (really not as glamourous as it perhaps sounds - think airport, hotel, office, hotel, airport) and living in Switzerland for seven years meant that any weeks off work were spent visiting family and friends back in Wales. So while I've been 'away', holidays they were not.