By Eve Bell

Ten years of you.

One year of no sleep.

Of expanding hearts and new experiences.

Learning to crawl, to walk, to talk.

Two was the year that we became four.

Giving you a new best friend.

A sister you adore.

Who says ‘he doesn’t ever stop loving me’.

Afternoon naps and Fireman Sam.

Being close to me.

Three came in a flash.

Playgroup, new friends and of course, staying close to me.

Four was Lego.

And a Batman cape that never came off.

School and your new-found love of learning.

Kicking a ball.

Hitting a ball.

Always with a ball.

Five was growing up fast, the clock sped up.

Loving animals.

Loving us.

Loving the planet.

Six was doing.

Always doing.

Seven was Skylanders and unboxing videos.

Always with your head in a book.

Eight was being kind.

And always having interesting facts to share.

Nine was magic tricks, snakes and cricket.

Kindness to your bones

And a month in a wetsuit.

Ten years of you.

Ten years of love.

A Valentine baby filled up to the top with love.

Your first sentence was ‘a moon Mama’.

Love you to the moon Mama.

You are everything this world needs.

Happy Ten.

A moon boy.