Today my baby boy turned 16 years old, I'm not sure how this has happened. It only seems like 5 minutes since we walked hand in hand to school, read bed time stories, played games and built lego. He doesn't really need me that much these days, it's been a long time since he has held my hand, I'm lucky if I get a goodnight kiss, he's all grown up and independent. One thing that won't change, I don't think, is that he will always need me for cake! His request for this years birthday was "I'll have a gravity defying, surprise inside M&M drippy cake." My husband thought he was talking a foreign language but I knew exactly what he wanted. This is not my usual style, but this is a Harry cake and he loved it.
To celebrate his birthday we've had our usual family gathering, happy birthday was sung, whilst Harry protested and candles were blown out. He cut his cake, that was filled with M&M's and slices of cake were handed out by the littlest member of the family. While we were all tucking into the yummy chocolate cake and I was getting all sentimental, part of me wishing for a pause button to stop my children growing and drifting that little bit further away with every year that passes. Another part of me was bursting with pride for the amazing young adults that they have become. Then I looked around at all of my family and although I still want to slow down time, I felt immensely grateful to be a part of such loving, happy unit.
Happy Birthday baby boy, enjoy being sweet 16!