Six years ago, I was lying in a private room, in the local hospital gazing at your little face in awe. You were just a few hours old, a perfectly, calm and planned c-section that I have to say, was a joy to birth. You arrived quietly (as is still your way) no screaming the house down like Beansey and Pixie and were so content from the word "go".
It was absolutely scorching, the hottest summer of record to date and during the late afternoon, your big brother came in to meet you for the first time. You'd bought him a fireman sam engine and he was more thrilled with that than you!
|2 year old cherub|
We came home the very next day and you were such a good, calm and content baby. You were sleeping through from 11pm-7pm from 7 weeks and you STILL love your sleep. You are the one I have to wake up, the one who is so easy to go to bed. You delight us in all you do, your quiet ways are becoming more vocal over the years, but your personality is definitely not as full on as your siblings. You are my thinker, my ever so clever (reading age of a 9 year old no less!) , lover of school and you are so sensitive and loving.
You have thrived in school, despite being the youngest in the class, you are in all the top groups and you are such a popular boy, loved by peers and teachers alike. I burst with pride when I read your school report, you have done us, but more importantly, yourself, very proud. Your teacher thinks you are going to go and accomplish great things in life and I have to say, I agree!
You have given us so much pleasure these past six years, your exuberant, lust for life is infectious and I look forward to watching you blossom from a lovely young boy into the man. I am privileged to watch you on your journey.
|So proud to have finally lost a tooth!|
Be proud, be strong, laugh, live, love and be happy and confident in all you do.
Love you to the moon and back again.
Peave and Love