Dad-daughter weekend

I woke on Friday morning to a disappointed voice: "Where's Daddy?"

"At work," I answered.

"But it's our day!" she said.

"Not yet, that's tomorrow."

I woke on Saturday morning to a hand waving in front of me. "Bye Mum! You can go now!"

As I showered and packed she kept asking, "Are you going yet?"

She knew she was in for some big adventures while I headed away for the weekend (more on that to come).

They visited grandparents, went swimming at the pool (she was keen to show her Dad that she dives now), ate chips for dinner, watched movies, and had a long, muddy walk through the forest.

I came home to a pair of my favourite people so happy from spending time together.

And a three-and-a-half year-old so exhausted that she had a slight meltdown and was in bed by 6pm.