My Darling Damien.
Apple of my eye, light of my life, today you are seventeen years old.
Half my age.
That won’t happen again until you are 34 and I am 68!
So lets do what your Grampa started doing years ago… some celebratory birthday math! I know how you just LUUURV math…
17 years is 204 months, 884 weeks! Thats only 6205 days, seems so little doesn’t it? You are 148920 hours old… thats like 8935200 minutes dude!!!
Seventeen years ago today, at 2h47 in the morning, you made your way into this world. And like everything else you do, you came quickly-the nurses were quite stunned, telling me I’d nothing to worry about and that you’d arrive at around 7am… I was only in labour for about 5 hours total!
So, is there anything I wish I could go back and change in your life?
I wish with all my heart that I had kept more detailed records of the things you said and did growing up. I wish that I had properly dated all the photographs I took of you. That I spent more time playing playing with you. That I took more photographs of you. That I had your tiny footprints stored somewhere (it wasn’t something anyone thought of way back when you were born).
I love you Strawbreez… Many happy returns!!!