It’s a good thing I work well under pressure. The boy-child’s birthday is tomorrow and I’m still working on the wishes book. Have wine, chocolate, a sharp craft knife …
… and music.
I’ve finished counting down to my son’s sixteenth birthday. Tomorrow he can leave school, leave home, learn to drive, have sex, get a tattoo or live with a partner.
However, it’s more likely that he’ll forget to set his alarm, get up late but still take an extremely long shower, forget his lunch, need a ride to the bus stop and send me a text wishing me a good day. Because, it may be his birthday, but he’s still my boy.