As you would say…..oohhh la la! 6 today! 6!!!!! What the chicken?????*
This picture sums you up so well, little man. Always on the go. Always making sure no-one is left behind.
My thoughtful, kind and caring boy.
When you came home to us you were so sad, so broken. I thought you’d never see the sun in the world.
But now…you are full of life and joy and tiggerish bounce. No-one’s heart should be broken so young, but yours has healed so big that sometimes I think it will burst clean out of your chest.
You are a whole bag full of fabulous contradictions. You are brave and gentle, loud and sensitive, hysterically funny and with a ferocious temper. Any time you want to do something about that last one, count me in!
Demon scooterer. Budding footballer. Maths whizz. Classic Mini obsessive. Cake fiend. London Underground’s biggest fan. Shocking flirt. Old fashioned gentleman. Kisser of hands. I love watching the ladies melt when you offer to hold a door for them, or insist on carrying my shopping because “ladies don’t carry their bags”.
We adore you, my darling boy, and see the man you are growing into. He’s going to be amazing. Because you are amazing.
Happy birthday, sweetheart. We love you 10 hundred and 36 with Smarties on top.
*“What the chick-en!” Boy’s favourite exclamation. We don’t get it either, but it’s hilarious!