Sitting here at 4 am unable to sleep, my thoughts turn to you and how much you have grown. Recently you have turned a new page and now your story is one of a little boy who listens, makes decisions and often chooses well.
You have grown in to the role of Big Brother, You can now quite often be caught in acts of kindness or consideration for little Ollie, His protector, his carer, his teacher.
As for us, we get on well. I can get frustrated some times, as do you, more often. Now we know how to work through those moments, I still spend too much time at work, but that is the nature of the beast. Our time together is punctuated much more with exclamations of joy and excitement, than recriminations. Oh and how we like to dance! Let us keep our own council on the music we choose.
Tomorrow we discover which school you have been allocated. It is no longer a scary prospect to let others be in charge of guiding what you think about the world. I feel we (and when I say we, I mean your mother) have been careful enough to find you a place of learning that will protect the generous and caring spirit we have seeded in you. And we will pay attention to see that this is so.
As to how I feel now being your dad, tired I would say. It is not an easy life, but it is infinitely easier than it could be. We have a wonderful life through the chance of birth, but one that requires some effort, However, the reward of your attention, of you calling me back as I leave for work, telling me, "Daddy, don't forget your hug, your kiss and your raspberry!", of you snuggling into me whilst watching a film or reading Dr Suez, these jewels are worth it all.
Love you, buddy, My boy. Milancito. Big Brother x
