My handsome son Campbell turned eight today.
So the house has been inundated with toy helicopters, batman merchandise, racing cars, lego - and cousins from all around eager to see the toy helicopters, batman merchandise, racing cars and lego!
The day of celebration is all over now, yet I am still finding bits of chocolate cake and half deflated balloons underfoot. This makes me smile, because I love birthdays. I love the cuddles, the presents, the candles, and the traditional birthday song - how often I have sung you...
Campbell is my baby, and my wise old man, all rolled into one! He loves all of the traditional eight year old things like batman & pocket knives, but he is also a philosopher; he often asks me questions about the world that I had never queried. He is my part boy, part Legolas, explorer of unknown things, and lands. An equestrian knight who sometimes wheres a cape, or a hat that looks like it's Robin Hood's...
He is a gentlemen. And he is just a pleasure to know and love everyday.
I am exhausted after a day of running around in order to make his birthday something special. And it has been just that! A total success!
As I finally put my feet up I reflect on the knowledge that the celebration is fun, but it's the commitment I have to that boy every day that matters; and hopefully is what he remembers about his childhood in years to come.
I know this magical time of having young children is fleeting... so I endeavor to enjoy every day, and every birthday.