Eight!

Phew... Here we go. The end of weeks months of expectation.
Balloons were blown up. Candles were lit. Sparklers were admired. Wrapping paper was torn to bit. Beyblades were assembled. Video games were play. Alien slime and stink bombs are yet to be concocted.

Happy birthday Luca.

We know that things are a bit hard at the moment. That getting used to a new school requires some... well... getting used to.

But you've made a lot of progress in the last few years.

I'm even quite confident that there won't be a panic attack when we go to see the Smurfs on Saturday. Well, not for you anyway.

And I'm sure that the trip to McDonald's after the cinema will be great craic. Well, for you anyway.

Love and Dad mum you very much!