Happy 18th Hamish

Happy happy birthday Hamish. I am a little bit stunned that you are 18 today. I know you get sick of the stories......10 years ago today or 15 years ago today.........but 18 years ago today you were the baby that had longed and fought for and that survived and entered our lives. I wanted to call you Jacob Alan Douglas but Dad wanted Hamish Robert and honestly I was so tired that I really didn’t care. And now I love your name. Can’t imagine you as anything else.

You were such a sweet, gentle baby and toddler. Quiet, happy, easy going. Dopey. Adorable. People would stop us to tell us how gorgeous you were, cos you were. You loved Bailey even though he annoyed the heck out of you. He loved you very very hard.

I remember waking up one night to feed you and flicking on the telly but something was wrong with it. Every single channel showed a plane smashing into a building. I kept flicking the channel but it was the same picture. That’s right it was 9/11 and you and I watched as the second plane smashed as well on live tv. I remember feeling so horrified and looking down at your sweet innocent face and wondering what the world was doing.

You loved being called Mooey but when you started school told me that you were grown up now and needed a change. I asked what you had in mind and you said we could call you Moo now.

I still call you Mooey, guess that’s what you’ll always  be to me. Even if you are 6”4 and stand above all of us in the family. Driving to Nanny’s house one day when you were about 4 I asked you what you wanted to be when you grew up. A sumo wrestler you replied. So seriously.

I love the memory of you quitting kindy as you had decided to become a top model and there was lots of money in that so you wouldn’t need school. That one took you a bit of convincing out of .

I am proud of the person you are becoming. I love that I can trust you and that you mostly make good decisions. I love that you are a good friend and know how to keep a persons confidence. Sure you are moody and irritable sometimes, but who isn’t. Sure you don’t always move as fast as I would like, or wear as much deodorant as I would choose or keep your room clean. You are kind, generous, honest, funny and thoughtful and I am so glad God chose to give you to us.

You don’t have a great interest in God at the moment but I know you know him and I pray that you will develope and grow your faith as you mature. God has had his hand on you your whole life and that brings me peace. Love you Mooey. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️