Max, You Are 8.

It's crazy to think that I have an 8 year old. That for the past 8 years I have been nurturing this little boy into an actual child. If you had told me when I was 18 that 10 years later I would have an 8 year old, I would have laughed so much. But Max you are here and you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. 

Happy Birthday Max.

In your 8 years you have done more than most. You've been more decisive than I ever was, more determined that you know what you want to do and more confident than I am even now at 28.

In the past year alone you have interviewed people for companies, you've been in adverts and you've met so many people that I can't even list them. You've rocked out at festivals, gone to see theatre shows that have sparked your imagination and even starred in a few. It's crazy to think that at 8 years old you have your heart set on something.

I'm so proud of the person you have become. You're kind, you're generous. You constantly think of others, always wanting to help your friends and gift people presents and drawings to put a smile on their faces. You have a fiery temperament at times and are decisive and confident in your choices. No matter how many times we clash heads and I nag you, we always sort things out as quickly as it starts.

You are a child that fills me with such love and warmth and I hope that our morning cuddles, the 3 kisses you give me before school and the snuggles on the sofa never end. I love you Max and I'm so proud of you.

Happy Birthday to my not so little boy.

Love, Mum.

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