President

Today I woke up to a lovely surprise. It was raining! Living in Australia during summer this feels extremely rare and me being someone who loves rain and the cold it was quite a relief. I mean I am still walking around in a black tank top and shorts but the grey sky, drizzling rain and harsh winds is a beautiful change from the draining heat and mugginess we have had for the last two weeks give or take.

Today we all kissed and hugged our daddy goodbye for a week and a half. He left three hours ago with his suitcase and a brave smile on his face. I know we will see him next week, I know he is not gone for that long and this is a huge step in Process England. And I know I need to be brave but our family is so tight and with him gone a chunk has been temporarily bitten away from our lives. I struggled to keep the tears away. I kept a smile on my face until the door was closed. My mum and I walked into her room in silence, sat down onto the couch and held each other while the tears dripped down our faces. No words were needed just the love we were bleeding. Having each other calmed our emotions as we picked ourselves up and realised we are not alone. God has not left us. We know we will be fine. It was just so hard to see dad go.

My youngest sister at the age of three came into the room and sat onto mummy’s lap. She looked at us with her big brown eyes reflecting our sadness and said 'You hurting in your eyes?' and wiped mums tears away before laying her little hand on my cheek mopping my tears. I pulled her close and kissed her head telling her I love her and we are going to have an amazing week.

After that mum and I made a battle plan. We have something on every day to keep the week moving and time to spare to sort the house for the England move we all know is coming. Today mummy and I are in the process of clearing out the linin cupboard. It is a huge job of ridding our house of unwanted linen, board games, clothes, cutlery and all the other little things which accumulate in there. All topped off by a trip to salvoes.

I have just finished playing around seven games of president, a card game, with my siblings. I won six times and by them I was expecting them all to quit but they pursued and the last game the second youngest age six won. I had a feeling I was gonna lose that game.

I have moved into mummy’s room and will sleep where daddy sleeps until he comes back which I am quite excited about. Tonight I think that mummy and I will buy a movie and enjoy a together night before going to sleep content with knowing daddy is on the plane stepping closer to England where the snowflakes fall gracefully, where family reunions will take place, and the England is one step closer our home.