2 years ago today I got a phone call that I had been expecting. I had been expecting it for a couple of weeks.
“Can you come and watch the kids?”
Off I go middle of the night to babysit the kids who are sound asleep oblivious to the pandemonium going on in their own family. In the end I was home before the sun came upand Esther was home too. It wasn’t long though before I got another call to come back and watch the kids again.
This time it was the real deal, the baby was coming, and I was only half awake, and I was now trying to choose which Doctor Who DVD would keep the kids occupied for the longest that I could answer enough questions about.
Now we have him. Now he is 2. Now he is a high five slapping, train loving Choo Choo blowing never standing still whirling dervish.
Yesterday we took a trip on the Sittingbourne and Kemsley Light Railway to celebrate Gibson’s birthday. He loved the ride on the train. He revelled in the attention he got from Cousins, Brothers Sisters, and Grandparents. Not to mention Uncles, Aunts a Mother who could never sit down and drink a cup of coffee.
He soaked up the atmosphere and drank it all in like the juice from his Sippy cup. It was all a big adventure to him. His head hanging out of the train, the wind blowing in his hair.
He climbed and clambered over the relics of times past and posed for the family who were all eager to take snaps to preserve that single memory for posterity.
At the end of the day all of the excitement leads to one very tired young man and he just wants to feel the late afternoon gentle breeze coming through the window and watch the scenery slowly slide by.
Happy birthday Mr Gibson. 2 years old today. You are growing fast, and you are growing to be such a great young guy. I look forward to seeing what the future brings for you.