Most people say that the birth of their child or children was the happiest moment of their lives. For me, it wasn’t. 6.15pm on Monday 10th October 2016 was the happiest moment of my life.
It was a moment when every single doubt about moving 130 miles away from Birmingham to North Wales was erased from my mind. It was a moment when I watched the three kids playing without a care in the world. It was a moment that I will never forget.
We had had a busy day, registering at the doctors, doing some shopping and all sorts of boring jobs like that, as well as finishing off the unpacking. The kids were getting a little restless, and so we decided to head down to the beach after dinner for a walk and some fresh air.
I will no doubt say it a million times, but we are incredibly lucky to be living just a ten-minute walk from a lovely, quiet beach. We’ve been to it a few times whilst we were house hunting in the area and at any time of the day it’s gorgeous, but at sunset, it’s breath-taking.
Once you get over the little rocky bit, it’s beautiful soft sand, perfect for picnics and sandcastle building. We walked down right to the shoreline, and the kids skimmed stones across the waves. It was a perfect moment: the kids playing, the sun setting over the hills to the left, and the sound of the waves very gently crashing onto the beach. It was exactly why we made the decision to move, but I didn’t imagine for one moment it would be as perfect as this.