Leap

He can't be 18. Can he?

It was only yesterday I held my nephew for the first time. An inexperienced aunt, there's a funny photo of me with a firm hold of his chin and a big toe but not much else. At least I didn't let him fall.

And I never will let him fall.

But now he's taller than me, and twice as bright. As kind as his mother, as football mad as his father.

Perhaps if there's catching to be done in the future he's the one who will be doing it.

My heart leaps with pride.

Happy 18th birthday Andrew.