My Sons Birthday

Happy Birthday James Glenn.

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I can still remember the first second I saw James even though it is seven years since that day.
His first instinct was to feed and this has not changed to this day. Upon his arrival he began to ferret for his mothers breast. Literally within one minute he was gulping down every bit of milk that his mother had. I can remember laughing at this sheer speed that this happened. Now seven years on he stands here a boy that makes me proud to be a father.

What a wonderful thing life can be. Well I have work to do today, including a party to arrange for Saturday (well should I say my wife has arranged most of this)
Bouncy castle, trampoline, balloons and banners. Not forgetting the cake. I love this time of my life, I love the way children make me feel.

If any body ever asks you Do you want children, then my advise is go for it. They are the first thing you will want to see in the morning and the last you will wish to see at your end. They truly are what it’s all about.

Happy birthday James we will have lots of fun today, thats after your school and my work that is. (life will make it’s presence even on special days such as these)

But fun will be had today.

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One thought on “My Sons Birthday

  1. I like your blogs, they come right from the heart, and reminds everyone, about the many aspects of life and the deep emotions, that in some people remian hidden from the world. Yet, when its written by some else, frees everyone, because of all the love, care and pride you feel for yourself and family, and all the joy they bring.

    Keep blogging.x

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