It seemed to all be going horribly wrong as we hurtled, late as usual, down dark country lanes, whilst I tried to feed smiling flower her tea in the back seat. She wasn’t impressed and when we arrived it seemed there was more of the orange Heinz jar over the back seat, her coat and her face, than in her tummy. Undeterred, and convinced she would love it, we whisked her out of the car as she screamed loudly – probably wondering why she was suddenly in the middle of a dark, cold field rather than at home tucked up beneath warm blankets. Pete led the way to the beer tent and our friends. After the inevitable long wait, we exited en masse to watch the fireworks with a slightly calmer baby (no beer, she had just warmed up a little!)
With a sudden explosion the display burst into life over our heads, the bangs reverberating through her body as I held her against me. Her big blue eyes were wide with wonder. Lights have always fascinated smiling flower – it was the first sign she mastered and she will switch focus immediately if a light goes on or off. As each sparkle and shower of colours rained down, she watched in amazement. I couldn’t watch the display – her face held all the pleasure I could have possibly wanted to observe.
There is nothing quite like seeing wonder through the eyes of a child for the first time. There was nothing quite like huddling close with my husband and daughter, drinking our own brew of liquer hot chocolate, enjoying a spectacular display of night sky fire.