Its hard thing to say I now have a 8 year old!
When? where? how?
8 years of being a mum
8 years of feeling that love for someone so much so its like your heart leaving your body.
8 years of joy, love, frustration (at times), patience, kindness and a lot of laughs.
See my Asti Pants is very special, he really is.
This year he lost a tooth then carried on loosing 4 more,
he was cross as he was one of the last in his class.
He has finished high above average in school and made us really proud.
He loves to be center of attention and had often we are told tales of him asking the teacher the most random questions.
He plays on the football team and when he pays attention he plays well.
Often we are found shouting from the sidelines concentrate.
I often wonder where he gets all his spark and confidence from,
he will do well when he is older with such fearlessness from.
He has become the best big brother, having to endure two little ones at the park is rather embarrassing for any boy, but they both adore him. Ami climbs up into his bunk bed and tries to wake him every morning. Little bear likes a cuddle from pants too and Asti has been a great help when daddy is away.
So happy birthday Pants
may you have yet another awesome year.
We may not tell you enough but we think you are rather awesome.