Oh boy, it makes me teary eyed writing this, and I DO NOT get teary eyed over things!!!
So happy 18th, my one and only son.
From your extremely proud Mum. Oh damn, wheres the tissues!
Age 5, I was so worried that calf would get up and crush you, but you were so proud it didn't move and let you sit so close, this was your first big school trip out and you loved it.
Age 18. You have grown so tall (6ft) and I am not sure where you got that from, certainly not Dad or me, I am very proud of how resonsible you have become and also the way you tolerate and help your younger sisters, I know it can't be easy at times.
I remember last year when we dropped you at the bus to go to Wellington, Neeky leaning out the window yelling "goodbye, my Zak, you are my hero". I think everyone boarding the bus heard, but you...which was lucky because you would've probably cheerfully strangled her for embarrassing you.
Well, my boy, what can I say about the hair,so much like mine when I was younger...actually mine never got this big.