On the morning of Cherub's ninth birthday he woke at 6.30am and crept out to check the kitchen clock. Uh-oh, too early. Back to bed he slipped, til j-u-s-t before 7am, at which time he stole quietly into our bedroom and stood there, smiling excitedly and expectantly.
We roused ourselves to cuddle him and to exclaim that he couldn't possibly be as old as nine. But he nodded his head firmly, he knew he was, he'd been counting down the days.
Time then for getting dressed and eating breakfast, and then....
First up, a clue hunt, set-up for him by his awesome brother.
Then it was time for the Mum-n-Dad presents...
A gold talking dalek, all good.
And of course, some lego.
Later we had friends round for birthday cake
...and a couple of raucous games of Billionaire!
After they all left he spent some happy hours building his lego.
Seems to have been a good day.
Pfft. That can't be right.
Happy birthday crazy, funny, smoochy boy. You rock.
For ANZAC Day this is so beautiful and tender
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