The Small Boy gets Bigger

It is Cherub's sixth birthday today. I can't believe it because six sounds quite grown-up.



And in a lot of ways he is pretty grown up. He can dress himself, buckle himself into the car, read and write and do sums. His cleverness astonishes us daily.



But then, he's still my baby in many ways. For example, I took the boys to see the movie Up today and he was sufficiently scared by it to crawl into my lap and stay there for most of the movie. And then as we walked back to the car he tucked his little hand in mine, and I thought, as I always do when I hold his small sweet hand, how holding hands with my children makes me happy to the very core of my being, and how I am really going to miss it when, like his older brother, he starts to grow away from me.



But six, hey? What a great thing. Our little comedian, our cheeky, chirpy, chatty, charming Cherub, our smoochy, cuddly, affectionate boy with the crazy sense of fun. Happy birthday to you.