It's not my birthday or my wedding anniversary. It's better. It's a morning when I woke up to this message in my inbox from Craig, who is right now on a flight to BC. It concerns a chat I had with Oliver last night about confidence and peer pressure and all that hard stuff that comes with being in Grade 1, a chat that ended up with some joyful counting by fives to a rhythm.
"Loved what you did with him last night. A very big lesson for me too.
Thanks so much for doing it. That boy is extremely lucky in the Mom department.
Love you quite some bit,
One more thing: this is not unusual. This is who he is.
Pic from three years ago, mood the same as today.