Campbell Maurice Tully

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.

Shell xx