I was away for my boy's birthday on July 30th but before I left we organized a bowling party and I helped him with his piñata (a zombie head this year). Because I've had a crazy old, unpredictable month, I never properly marked his big 13th here.
What a huge year it's been jumping from twelve to thirteen (and not just for T, but for his mama too.) I suddenly see less of my baby in his face and more of the man he is becoming. When he speaks and sings, he also sounds more like the man he is becoming. And though sometimes the words that come out are more colourful than they should be, this, I'm told is a phase. We now look eye to eye and it seems any day now I'll need to crank my neck to look up to him.
He's a complicated soul, incredibly intense, yet refreshingly spontaneous. Tris loves many things; a beautiful sunset, our puppy and music are way at the top of his list... chocolate too. He's the best mate to take to the cinema, especially to see comedies – his belly laugh is infectious (but don't try and sneak some of his popcorn;) And his banana bread is second to none, a born baker he is.
I remember every detail of your birth my beautiful boy, what a wonderful day it was. Have a very happy year, before we know it 14 will be here.
Love Mama xoxo
PS, Happy 7th birthday to our special friend across the channel. Joyeux anniversaire U !