Every year – and twice since I have two rascals – I ask myself:
Wasn´t it just a second ago I held him in my arms for the first time?
Oh my big boy, who can do so much and know so much. I´m feeling very nostalgic today.
He´s becoming a pre-teen, with his own ideas of how to do things. Many times the ideas are great (and sometimes I have to say hold your horses mister) and he never runs out of them.
He negotiates and question endlessly, and wants to teach his little brother of how to manage things in the world. He´s truly a wonderful big brother who´s never laid a hand on his brother, no matter how irritating he has been.
And he´s happy.
The most consistent thing about him have been just that; being happy. As a baby and now, never pouting for long – but smiling widely. I love that with him.
Happy birthday to you, my firstborn golden boy who I love to the moon and back. The world would be a duller place without you, that´s for sure.