The Musings Of An Opinionated Sod [Help Me Grow!]

FIVE.

My god, how did that happen so quickly?

It feels like yesterday that I announced him to the World, let alone introduced him to the World … but here he is, having another birthday.

I’ve written so much about this kid.

How much he has gone through in such a short time.

How many countries he has lived in before he even turned 4.

How he saved his Dad from falling too far into darkness when his Mum – Otis’ Nona – died.

I love everything about him, especially his utterly infectious enthusiasm for life.

His is boisterous and sensitive.

Imaginative and respecting.

Strong and gentle.

He is – for me and his Mum – perfect.

As I’ve written many a time, I wish he’d slow down growing up so fast, but despite that, every day is a wonderful adventure.

Sure, he still loves Elodie, Transformers and laughing at FailArmy … but every day there’s something new.

A thing he learnt, a thing he did, a thing he experienced, an idea he had.

Hearing about his day … his views on things … seeing what he gets excited and inspired by is a genuine honour.

He is curious, compassionate and cheeky as hell.

He is my boy and I love him with all I’ve got.

So to my dearest Otis, happy, happy birthday … you are the best of me by miles.