Dear Max

Your fifth birthday celebrations were just as they should be – full of cake, singing, presents, friends and an appreciation for the good moments that make up our lives.

What your celebrations lacked in size, we made up for in heart, and in everything you love – cake, sushi, theatre, dancing, singing, pizza-making and close friends.

After months of chatting about LEGO as a gift, you surprised me by choosing a rubbish truck. In fact, I stood in the toyshop a bit gobsmacked as there was neither negotiation nor decision making. You simply saw the truck, and knew you wanted it.

Levi helping you with your heavy truck load

After a birthday sushi dinner, you fell asleep clutching your smallest birthday gift, a Dusty plane. While watching you (in a complete non-stalker way, I promise), I realised that exactly five years before then I had fell asleep clutching you, my newborn perfection.

The day after, you had a birthday ring at school. I love watching your birthday ring and seeing the dynamics between you and your classmates, and observing you engaging in that environment as I don’t see it otherwise. You have been at such a special school, and the love and nurturing at your birthday ring echoes an environment that is just that.

The rest of your week was filled with a visit to a peach farm (we’ll go back when the peaches are ripe), Rosh Hashanah celebrations, a trip to the Joburg Theatre where you were called onto the stage for your recent birthday, and a small brunch with pizza making and your celebration aeroplane cake. A cake that we had been chatting about for around eight months, and one that evolved in concept from a fire engine, to firefighter aeroplane, to aeroplane.

Belle’s Patisserie made a cake with flying colours

Here’s to more celebrations and cake, and to my five-year-old big little guy, may you have a brilliant year.

xMom

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