Dear Heath

Dear Heath,

Today, you turned 6 years old. It feels like yesterday that we set eyes on you for the very first time when you were born as a rocker dude with an attitude and a mowhawk.

Okay, so maybe you weren't BORN with the mowhawk, but it sure as heck suited you as soon as they cleaned all the unspeakable gunk off your head and body and we ran our fingers through your cleaned up hair for the first time. I remember when your Daddy held you up for me to see and i said "OH MY GOD, IT'S A MONSTER!!" .. i was refering to your size, you were a big ole' boy and i was greatfull that your entrance was via my tummy!

 When you were one day old, i put your fancy overalls on you with your button up shirt. The mowhawk was spiked and you were the handsomest little dude that ever entered this world.

At 5 days old we got to come home and start our new life together as a family, including the 8 puppies!

Your first Christmas was an occasion for a tuxedo! .. (please don't hate me when you're older!)

I love how passionate you are about things. Whatever you do, you do it 100%, whether it's working hard at learning a new skill or throwing your whole body into a tanty .. i think this is a lovely trait and it shows that you are persistant and determined.

I love how you always have a cheeky smile and eyes which say you are about to cause mischief any minute now. I love how you let me dress you in shirts which i think are a good idea at the time, but in hindsight perhaps they make you look a little .. well .. whatever, right now they're cute.

I love what a caring big brother you are. If Roxiee was ever at danger of falling or hurting herself, more often than not you were always there to catch her, even if i moved as fast as i could to get there too, you would always be there first.

I love your cheeky nature and the simple way you see life as so fun. We should all take a page from your book.

I love how when we moved to Bundaberg and had to throw you in the deep end by starting school full time, you chose to swim and not drown. You picked up books and learnt to read. You picked up pencils and learnt to write. You picked up confidence, independence and social skills. You looked at the other kids and started making friends. You looked at the not-so-nice kids and told them to take a hike. You came home and you continued picking up books, picking up pencils and asking questions. You were determined to catch up to all the other kids who had 8 months of schooling up their sleeves and your determination did indeed see you catch up AND pass some of those very kids.

I love how you are always surrounded by friends. I love that you will often think of these friends and ways to help them or make them happy. I love how much you love to give.

I love how you are one of, if not my very best friend. If i'm feeling down all i need is a little Heathy-Hug to make things better. If i'm super tired and it's all getting a bit much, all i need is to hear one of your many jokes. If ever i'm being dramatic and forgetting to see the fun, you bring me back by telling me about your latest adventure. I love how i can ..  "love you more than all the elephants poos, in all the elephants bums, in all the elephants in all the zoo's in the world" .. and you totally get it.

I love how each and every day you make us smile, and make us laugh, and make us proud beyond words. You are a beautiful, caring, giving, compassionate little soul who has so much to offer the world and we are so thankful to have been given such a special little man.

Sometimes you make us pull our hair out and yell and scream, but mostly you make us love you with all our hearts.

Dear Heath, happy birthday. I love you more than all the poos in all the elephants butts, in all the elephants in all the zoo's in the world, and THAT'S a lot of poo's!