It was our boy’s birthday. I made him cupcakes with his favourite icing.
I sang him happy birthday and watched him smile.
“Mum, you are a terrible singer,” he said.
He didn’t want a party this year. He said it seemed a little childish.
He is now twelve years old and already too grown up for me.
We couldn’t get a picture the first time. He was happy to stand with the candle lit cupcakes again for the image.
For Debbie’s Six Word Saturday.