My darling, Thunderchild you’re 14 today. A very happy birthday from a daddy that loves
you very much.
Actually, your birthday started last night when your sister
and her boyfriend brought you some presents.
It was such a joy watching you open the presents, especially the one
that had the portable hard drive in it – the smile went around the face. I know how long you’ve wanted one of those to
store your movies on. Now you do. Of course, Emo needed to annex one of the
pieces of paper for herself to lie on – weird kitty that one. You gave your presents the most unique name I
have ever heard: “Cool Random Junk”,
later referred to as “Awesome Random Junk”.
This morning I was the fortunate one to wake you up and sing
“Happy Birthday” to you, along with all the other songs – couldn’t start the
day off better than that. I took you to
the party shop this morning because, as always, you were thinking of other
people. You went and bought a whole lot
of key chains for your friends for their birthdays and what not. Proud of you TC. Then, some totally random lady just walked up
to you and gave you a hug and asked how old you were. When she heard it was your birthday she
mentioned that it was her 22-year old son’s birthday today as well. I still don’t know what to make of that
incident, but I’m sure we’ll find out some time in the future (connecting the
dots…)
Lunch today was so cool with the family: it was great having everyone there. You also received some more presents from the
rest of us (more CRJ). I took the most amazing shots this afternoon
of you, your mother, sister and the rest.
Just realized now that there were none of me, but that’s OK because my
love is in the shots of you.
There was one that so totally captured you: the way you look, hold your pose etc. It seems odd now, but the last year or so I’ve
been able to capture the essence of TC.
These shots go deeper than the skin:
they reach down to the very atoms of your soul. Maybe you need to love someone very much to
be able to get these.
Anyway, you’re back now from your sojourn with your sister
and her boyfriend to Randburg,
nogal. Went to play putt-putt. Glad you’re back safely, lying there on the
couch with one of my Springbok T-shirts on.
Sleep tight, child of the storm. Daddy loves you very much.
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