number five is alive!!!
Hello *five* boy!!! You are wearing a shiny blue *birthday boy* badge today, which you found when you raced into our bedroom at the crack of dawn this morning, and we produced a wee stack of stuff for you, which had been resting on our headboard all night. I love that family tradition, just like when I was a wee girl: all the family, woken and gathered on our bed, singing *the song* and watching the birthday boy gleefully tearing paper, and loving the moment.
Today, I thought I'd tell you the little story from when you were just a twinkle in your Daddy's eye. I had lost a baby, and was still grieving a year later... and then, I had a "moment", when I felt that it would be ok to try for one more baby. I had this "idea" that you would be born in the October. I had prayed, actually, because Daddy was unsure about having more babies, but to my delight, he agreed... and so I spent the best part of a year growing you in my tummy. Your other brothers and your sister were so helpful: I lay on the couch most of that year, and they all ran the house around me (and they ran around the house lots too!!). They were so understanding. and finally the day came when you arrived. The last day of October.
Daddy and Auntie Doozie delivered you in the lounge of our little house, after only 55 minutes of my labour. You were in quite a hurry to see the world!! and, just like each of your siblings, you have taught us so much about life and loving.
Finally, the tshirt which Granny and GD gave you two Christmases ago is true:
You are number *5* !!!
Happy Birthday, Mickey Mouse.