Today it is two years since Reuben turned nine.
Today I once again hung his bunting from our trees.
The bunting that hung for weeks after his ninth birthday,
while we were busy with pressing things like going to the toilet in the backyard
and washing our clothes in the baby bath.
Seeing it hang here brings back so many memories.
It's the first time I've hung it since then.
Once again the quilt is spread under the tree
and we are ready to celebrate his birthday.
It's impossible to separate his birthday from what happened the next day
in my mind. The two will be linked for time to come.
The fact that his birthday presents got left at school the next day
or deserted in the wreckage of his bedroom,
and basically were never played with again.
I've load a trolley with his favourite food group - junk food,
why not? it's only your birthday once a year!
Soon our neighbours will come over to eat the treats and sit under the treee,
the wind has come up, I hope it dies down,
and we will enjoy each others company.
Secure in the knowledge that while we have each other,
we are as rich as rich can be.
I hope that Reuben remembers this when he is an old man on his birthdays,
and he tells his grandchildren tales of the time the ground shook to its foundations
and he ate his lunch at 4pm and all the children cried but he was brave
because his mum was there being brave.
Happy Birthday Reuben!