After a highly emotional (and teary!) write-up last year, I do not have much to add a year later. I am slowly weaning myself off carrying fruit pouches along, although wet wipes are still going strong! And I am sitting, once again, behind the very same computer screen, thinking how lucky I am.
This cub of mine is 7 years old now.
I am still in awe of the boy he is growing up to be, with his interest in planets and stars as immense as the universe itself, his Lego obsession inherited from his father and the ability he developed, all by himself, to never stay silent in the face of challenge, always trying to express his opinion with audaciousness, some may say even impertinence. This boy, who loves and reveres nature and animals, even the annoying kind, like mosquitos and flies, got a roaring animal-themed birthday party with his favourite two and four-legged friends.
Another year is his life is starting and I can’t wait (while droplets of sweat and dread dripping down my forehead!) to see what he comes up with, in these next 365 days!
