My first solo trip

I just got back from my first weekend 'ever' away on my own....and it was actually really good and I enjoyed it. Camped up in Borrowdale in the Lake District. It did me a lot of good and I think is a sign of me moving forward and healing some more and getting used to this single life. Before Claire died and after my biggest fear was being alone and that's no longer the case. I'm free now to do what I want to do and go where I want to go....that's both scary and liberating at the same time. Onwards. 

Thom learns to ride....

Wow...last week Thom learned to ride his bike without my support for the first time. How amazingly proud do I feel. Since then he's been on it each and every day and is a natural. We've even had a ride together to Pateley Bridge for Fish and Chips. It won't be long before he's faster than his Dad.  Such a mix of emotions. Pride, happiness mixed with despair that his mum can't see it and how much she'd of loved seeing him. There are going to be many moments like this I know. I need to let the feelings come when they need too but also see the happy side of all of this. I'm doing well as his Dad...I'm proud of me too but it still hurts like nothing I've known before.