School cross country is an event that gives rise to nausea and trepidation in many a school child - and more than a few adults who remember it vividly.
The beauty of being six is you haven't figured out it's not cool to like cross country, and so you still look forward to it.
Like it or loathe it, the race has the excitement, the mad dash start and the painful mid-section. And the sprint finish across the line, to the sounds of the whole school cheering.
Conor came second. I stood in this spot and took these same photos a whole year ago: how he has grown in 365 days.
I am so glad I am able to be present for these days in his life. It makes me poorer in one way, but much richer in another. You never get these days back.