So today is my little boy’s 5th birthday.
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.
Rx