My son turned 8 today.
I am sitting down to write this post after a fun filled day of birthday activities with him. The day isn’t even over; we are going out to dinner as a family.
Every year I sit down on their birthdays to write a post. To share some wisdom on here that one day in the future they may read, or impart some tidbit of information to you, the reader, about one of my kids who rarely make an appearance visibly or by name on this site, and yet have so much impact on it.
And here I am again, ready to write the post and finding it difficult.
Because few words can express what’s in my heart; what I feel about this boy. He’s our first, our eldest. Once upon a time it was just the three of us, and for many years, during the day, it was just him and I. We explored the world together and I was able to see life differently, with hope and imagination and inspiration.
Our son is smart and clever, but oh so funny. He has a sense of humour and loves to laugh. While he is a friendly kid, he holds no one more dear to him than family and close friends who he lets in to his heart. He can be hesitant, yet impulsive. Introspective, yet expressive.
He is beyond creative and doesn’t see everything in black and white. He gives people extra chances and opportunities to try again. He is caring and loving.
He makes us happy. He is loved.
And now he is 8.
