‘I don’t know where the time went?’ is a cliche, but like all cliches has a grain of truth in it. My youngest son is 9 today and is beginning to evolve from a child to a tweenager. A happy day for him and a happy day for us, but one with bittersweet tones of time passing.
Benjamin (‘son of my right hand’)- my wife’s choice, Tomos- my choice: the Welsh spelling to remind him of where he was born and with overtones of the disciple who doubted & to whom faith did not come easy & Evan- his brother’s choice: Welsh, but with echoes of one of his great friends.
Apart from school, which for him is unfortunate, it will be a day of loud 8-9 year old friends, junk food, computers & cubs and his unique, left brained take on the world. I love him.
…oh, and a mention on his dad’s blog….