Oh my amazing little man,
How did you get to be 5 already?
It’s seems only a blink of an eye that you were such a small and frightened little boy. A little boy uncomfortable in his own skin and unable to articulate the confusion and frustration you so obviously experienced.
And yet on Monday, your birthday, you charmed the optician, flirted outrageously with the nurse, and had all the little old ladies in the waiting room eating out of your hand. Then you skipped into school laden with goodies for the multitude of friends you have made since September, without so much as a backwards glance.
I was so very proud.
Proud of the fearless little man you have become. Proud of your old fashioned manners and insistence on carrying bags and holding doors for ladies. Proud of your hilarious sense of humour and impeccable comic timing.
Proud of just how kind and loving you are.
Most of all I am proud to be your mummy.
I know everyone always says that you are so lucky that we found you. But you and Button and Daddy and I know the truth.
You found us.
And we are the lucky ones.
Happy birthday, my wonderful boy.
We love you.