Happy Birthday Gibson

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.

Gibson looking out of the train window

In The Green – Peeking out of the train window

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.

This is my Best Side

This is my Best Side

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.

On the train journey home. A Tired young man ready for a nap

On the way home.

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.

 

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Paul Hurwood

Paul is a frustrated entertainer. From a young age he wanted to be Elvis Presley, but Elvis objected to lending out his Jumpsuits at the weekend. As he grew older he tried to be an Actor, things there didn’t go so well either… the spotlights kept missing him.


Now Paul enjoys sitting back and writing about Music, Doctor Who and Mental Health. He has a passion for the blogging platform WordPress and enjoys helping out practically with day to day use of the platform where he can.