The birthdays seem to come in a flurry at this time of the year, hard on the heels of Christmas and New Year. But, they are welcomed as such a blessing. Happy, sparkly days in the midst of cold, grey, wet wintriness.
This weekend our sweet boy turned eight.
I can’t believe that the sad wee man who came home to us 7 years ago is now this charming, funny, delightful boy.
Pictures like these still break my heart. He has overcome so many challenges, and still has a way to go. But whatever he faces, we face together.
And the tricky bits are always overshadowed by the joy and pride we all feel.
Oh, my darling boy. We are so incredibly lucky to have you in our lives. The year without you was the hardest every, but I’ll say now what I said then. You were, and remain, worth the wait.
You are like a permanently lit sparkler, fizzing with light and energy. Never let anyone dampen that spirit. Your determination to succeed and competitive spirit will take you to good places.
As will that adorable smile.
Happy birthday, Handsome. We love you beyond worlds and beyond words.