Only an instant ago, in the general scheme of the universe, there was a baby. Only one hundred years ago, the baby and I would not have lived to see another day. Thankfully, we live in times where a mother whose body doesn't want to give birth can give birth all the same. And thus my family was created.
In just that instant of time that has passed, that baby is 12. Today. Happy birthday, Eldest. You have made my life indescribably better in that instant of time. And not only is my life better for that instant of time that has passed, but for infinity. (And beyond.)
Today, there is a mixture of joy and sadness in our lives. Joy for a boy turning into a man in an instant. And sadness for our Uncle Ken, who died yesterday. It is Uncle Ken's tractor in Wales that Eldest was driving. Uncle Ken, a man I describe as being the father Pete never had, adored Eldest and his siblings. He took a special shine to Eldest, who is the spitting-image of Pete, not only in looks but inside as well. One of my wishes for Eldest is that he becomes the man that Uncle Ken was. That's a mighty fine birthday wish.