There are moments in life where you get to look at something you have done and think "well done".
I had one of those this morning.
After a rough night with Paris (sore tummy) and a bit of broken sleep, my daylight alarm failed to go off yet again (can't rely on it these days) and so I was woken with an "expletive deleted, its 7.20" and as I tend to leave for work at 7.25, it was a very quick exit from the bed.
While still contemplating the shortcuts to my morning routine that such a start warranted, I entered the kitchen.
'Salina was already there. She was dressed in her uniform and had a big smile on her face.
"Hi Mum" she greeted me. "I have made your lunch for you - do you want tea or coffee in this cup" and that feeling of absolute pride overcame me.
Makes it all worth while.