After a quick dinner it was into warm clothes (the temps here are already going down to around 10 degrees at night) and off to St George's park in
Haywards Heath for the end of town day and the traditional firework display to close the event.

We arrived at the park around an hour before sunset and as I sat on my picnic/friendship blanket with Nicholas listening to the live music and watching Simon and the older children playing in the playground I was able to
truly reflect back on this time last year.

I realised that despite the housework and constant demand of ironing, despite the fact that we are so so far from just about everyone we love, despite the fact that we are driving a car older then all of my children, despite the fact that we don't own our own home we are, for the most part,
truly and blissfully happy in England and for me definitely I have found my joy.

Looking at the rest of my family laughing and playing together I believe that they are on the way there as well - even Simon is settling down and said the other day he couldn't imagine going back, which for those of you who were reading at the beginning of this year will know is a HUGE step in the right direction.

After the most AMAZING 30 minute firework display (the English really know how to put on a show) the big children and I spent a fantastic hour on the field dancing to the music....I did the
Macarana, flew like superman and danced the
Timewarp with my big children while Si and Nick looked on and it was one of the happiest nights of my life, we laughed and danced and forgot everything....the joy in my kiddies eyes was something to see, and I know it sounds crazy that such an insignificant night could mean so much, but I guess life is like that sometimes.