I can't believe the Olympics are here already. Not because I am awaiting London to host this prestigious event, not because I love sport, not because I have tickets even. I can't believe the Olympics are here because that means my big girl must be six and a half, and those six and a half years have gone very quickly indeed.
I remember exactly where I was when I heard that London had won the Olympic bid. I was sat at my desk in the office in West London when a huge cheer reverberated around the room, we were to host the Olympics 2012. I clutched at my belly, not yet swollen, a secret inside me and thought:
"When the London 2012 Olympics are here, my little boy or girl will be six and a half,"
I imagined holding his or her hand around the Olympic village and going to the cross country day of the equestrian eventing.
And here we are, the most fabulous six and a half years later. The baby turned out to be a she, the most lovely she, a kind, sensitive, giggly she, a thoughtful and imaginative she. My darling A. I can't believe the Olympics are here and you are six and a half.
Pity we haven't got tickets.