“What are little boys made of?
Slugs and snails
And puppy-dogs’ tails
That’s what little boys are made of.”

He’s only four but he is already more than I could ever have hoped. Only four, but almost five. Doesn’t seem so long ago that he was a scrunched up little newborn.

Everyday he displays such humour, energy and empathy that makes me so proud of him. I can’t wait to see him grow up into an amazing man who still has those traits.

My beautiful boy.