Went to a swell party today.

A children’s party — happy birthday Albert — that was wonderful for the folk, food and setting.

My two girls had a great time for different reasons.

The eldest was in the thick of it and dug deep on joy.

Martha, who just happens to have Down syndrome, was more reserved which is notable. She normally is in the thick of it.

And then it struck me, as we snuggled up together on a very comfy sofa following a burst of trampoline bouncing.

Martha is darn independent.

Martha is…

comfortable in her own company, not needy

knows what she wants

doesn’t need the limelight or patronage of others

Martha may only be six, but she’s going to bust my fears and live an independent life, I’m sure.

And that’s a rather uplifting thought to finish the weekend with.

That’s it!