23 May 2016
A LETTER TO ISAAC
Its bitter sweet when one of your babies reaches a milestone age. On one hand, your so proud of them, but on the other you want to keep them small and dependent on you, keeping them close.
On the weekend we celebrated our third sons eighteenth. Let me just breath deeply for a moment and take that in. I now have three sons aged eighteen and over. When on earth did that happen ? How did that happen ? My babies are all grown up now and its bittersweet.
Where do I begin. Bringing you into this world was not easy. Throughout the whole pregnancy I was unwell, but knowing that the end result would be a beautiful baby boy, my third son, was all I needed to know to get through that long nine months. Since the day that you were born, you have given us so much love and joy. Your giant smile lights up a room. Your funny and smart, caring and loving. Your sense of humour is brilliant, your quick witted, funny and a barrel of laughs. Even on the darkest of days your light shines bright.
Your life is just beginning my boy. The world awaits your brilliance. I wait to see what you will contribute. I know it will be something grand, for you lived your childhood without fear. You have always grabbed every opportunity that has come your way with gusto and I am sure that you will continue to do that just the same throughout your adult life.
Our family has so much love and respect for you my little Zack Attack. We will support you, and all that life has to offer you . Continue to dream big and know that no matter what, you will always have me in your corner. I love you more than words could ever say.
Love mum xx
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