At some point in the future, when I am gone, perhaps my son will read this blog. And while I tell him all the time that he is my hero, my life, my magic and reason for living, I want to record something particular.
Today he was not feeling particularly well but, nevertheless, wanted to play and contribute to his football team. It was cold and rainy but I watched him and he played a manful game - full of effort and character. As did his team mates.
I was so impressed and told him so.
I had a pop out in the evening for a match of my own - currently he and I are without his mother who is away this month. When I came back, he was fast asleep in the TV room.
Pushed him into his own bed at 7:30 and he was out like a light.
But, during the day, he fought and he showed character and gave energy where there really wasn't much in the tank.
Impressive.
