Stop it!
Again with a clichéd befuddlement about where the time goes, I’m sitting here wondering what happened to the bulk of the last decade. Iain is nine today and it’s as if I’ve been in a haze the whole time. Nine. We’ve been through so much over his lifetime and I’m so proud of him for what he’s accomplished. He was such a beautiful baby. He looked like a china doll with his big, crystal blue eyes, perfect skin and just the right amount of chub. I have a beautiful portrait of him from when he was six months-old hanging on the wall and I can’t get over the beauty even now. I know I’m biased but he really was gorgeous. He’s still a handsome boy if I do say so myself.
Happy Birthday, buddy!
