How could my baby have turned seven yesterday? The years are flying by too quickly, sweet boy.
But the years are kind to us too. You had the roughest of starts and the hardest of times. Yet today we’re at a place none of us thought we’d see. You have overcome so very, very much, wee man, and we couldn’t be prouder of you.
Today you are a bundle of energy, fun and hilarity. You have perfect comic timing and the manners of an Edwardian gentleman. I know of no other 7 year old boys who hold the car door for their mummy and refuse to let her carry shopping bags.
But most of all….you are you.
And we love you.
To the moon and stars and back with jelly and sprinkles on top!
Happy birthday, my darling boy.