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Today my baby - T - is 16. Old enough to procreate (Lord help us - fortunately, he's far too sensible for any of that nonsense) and old enough to buy a lottery ticket (which he's just gone and done) but another year before he can learn to drive - thank heavens.
I usually write a bit about my boys on their birthdays but the sharp eyed amongst you will have noticed that I didn't for T last year - not because I didn't care (obviously) but because he spent most of his last birthday in hospital, with the lovely nurses desperately trying to get him home for birthday tea (which they did and he slept for the rest of the day) so it didn't really feel like much of a birthday for him.
Those of you who read this regularly will know that T has never let hospitalisations and the consequent tests and stress get in the way of living life to the full. In the last year he has represented the south-west schools at triple jump, came 2nd in the School's 7.5 mile cross country run (behind his brother - watch out this year as G isn't there any more!), played rugby for School and the Penzance Pirates, came 2nd in the Penwith Cross Country Championships and is captain of his local boxing club (even though he isn't allowed to fight - which is a rare achievement), he lead his team to a phenomenal time in the 35 mile Ten Tors Challenge and, of course, cycled from John O'Groats to Land's End for Help For Heroes. He is - even if I say so myself - a remarkable young man and a role model for us and his compatriots.
There is absolutely no doubt that he's going to go on and do great things.
In the meantime, this year we're all going out for a meal to the restaurant/pub of his choice - steak and chips at The Turk's Head - and we'll raise a glass to "our" remarkable young man.
Happy Birthday T.