I just know that this image will one day make me cry. It’s the combination of a boy on the brink of adolescence and the teddy bear still allowed to sit on his window sill. This is Saxon, my 11 year old, as I walked in on him doing his hair in the mirror this morning with gel, before school. He is about to leave primary school and go to ‘big school’ in September. And I get a pang of sadness every time I think of him moving into this new era of his life. I possibly shouldn’t. But I will no longer have ‘two little boys’ in the village primary school, cute as buttons, but one little boy and one gangly teenager doing his own thing more and more. At 11 he is is still a little boy. But only just. And he possibly has no idea of my shaky moments as he is nothing but excited about growing up. 11 is a hugely pivotal moment in a child’s life I think. So.. I’m finally saying Goodbye again! This is my final picture for burndiary. A HUGE thank you to David and Diego for having me here. It has put me to the test in many ways and I’ve enjoyed the whole thing immensely. Thank you all too for following and ‘liking’ so enthusiastically. If you have enjoyed following this diary, please join me at @juliettemills2014 for more!