My first-born and only son turned 16 years old last Sunday. Today, he officially left school...what is happening in this family?! How can my sweet, snubbed nose, smiling baby boy be so old?
He had a lovely day with presents that included a pair of drum sticks and money to go towards an i-pod. He is about to sit his GCSEs and then hopefully go on to sixth form to do A levels. Now he has reached this new chapter in his life he could officially smoke (he doesn't!), leave home (not yet!), get married with parental consent (what!#?) buy fireworks (umm) have legal sex (I won't even go there) and buy a soft drink in a pub (crikey, a pub?)
I won't mention how lovely he is and how proud we are of how hard he has worked; and what a super sense of humour he has because writing this blog is 'lame' and 'embarrassing'...umm...did I mention that I am so totally uncool and sad?
He has many 'pet' names - infact I could write a whole post on my 'love' names for my most dearest people - but a more common one for him is Prinny which somehow came from Prince .. well Prince Muna but don't tell him I told you! ( Hence the candles on the cake) .. so it just leaves me to say ..
Happy 16th Birthday my own sweet boy, I can't believe that we have made it this far and I have loved every minute of the journey with you.xx
