Today, my little baby, my pocket rocket, turned 3.
Today, we all remembered the lives of those lost - so that we could live the way we do today.
Today, I cried a little. Cried for the loss of my baby metaphorically; and cried for those mothers who lost sons literally.
Today, I laughed a little. At my little boy holding his own, at last, amongst his big friends.
Today, I changed a little.
Happy birthday my darling boy. I think of you and my heart aches. I hope that you never ever lose that cheeky charisma. Ever.
2 comments:
Happy birthday beautiful boy. One of my dear lovely friends had her third son today and I thought of you and C.
xx
Happy Birthday Master C. May you have had a bright and beautiful day. Much love over the sea. L,S,B & L.
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