Sometimes, with a son like ours.
Who easily steals the show.
I forget who stole my heart first.
It was you.
Sometimes, when life gets hard.
And you seem to add to the problems.
I forget who has always been there.
Today you turned a year older.
You’ve finally caught me up.
I watched you as cards were opened.
Tall, dark, blue eyed, fair skinned.
I know how good I’ve got it.
Eyes turn to you in a room.
I’m trying to remember.
What it was like when we were just us.
A duo, a team, together.
Me and you.
Life is a little different now.
A little person runs the show.
The three of us - our family.
Him, me, you.
I’m sorry that sometimes I hate you.
When we don’t see eye-to-eye.
When you refuse to put things where they belong.
But Stephen, I don’t want another.
You infuriating sod.
You changed my life for the better.
And I love you.