Tear

CJ has turned nine today.

This makes me feel very old indeed.

We bought him Transformers. His Grandparents got him a TV and a DVD player. Our friends got him a laser tag set.

All he's done all day is play the free games on sky.

I'm 27, and my son is less than 20 years younger than me. This is terrifying, but rewarding. As well as CJ, we have Jack, who turned four last Month. They are wonderful children, but, both being boys, they attempt to destroy one another on a daily basis, which makes my face baggy and tired.

Happy Birthday CJ. I love you.

(I'm going to learn how to use my camera soon.)

(and how to frame things better)

(and not start sentences with 'and')