Another year, and a cake designed specifically with your icing-hating nature in mind. It is your day, after all.
You started a new school this year and have taken to it like a duck to water. You love the sport, the friends, the teachers, the challenge. Your spelling and maths abilities never cease to amaze.
You are funny beyond your years and mature in so many ways. You help make dinner every night and love it when it’s your turn to load the dishwasher. You’re chasing your sisters in more than just the physical round-the-house sense – you really seem to believe that you are the same age. I’ll admit it, it drives me crazy at times, but then you look at me with those blue eyes and I’m done.
You will break hearts, Daniel my boy. Remember to be gentle.
Happy birthday, sweetheart. We love you eight xxxxxxxx