In February, Mal rushed up to me with a Big W catalogue in his arms.
He rustled through the pages until his hand came to rest on a picture.
It was of an inflatable boat.
“See this, Aunty Tiff, see,” he gestured.
“This ‘scout boat’ – I want it for my birthday”.
Today Mal turned 12
and even though we live over an hour away from any body of water
and we have nowhere to keep it
Mal is the proud owner of a scout boat.
Why, you may ask.
Well, because last year, Mal had no idea about birthdays or birthday wishes or what he wanted for his birthday
but
this year
Mal chose the boat.
The ugly, inflatable boat and he never wavered.
Not once.
Through all of February and March he rabbited on and on about the scout boat
and
he had plans for how he was going to spend the day.
He would wake up
have his obligatory pancakes and ice cream (reserved only for birthday days)
open his presents
and then we would take the scout boat to the “lake near Gran’s”
and we would have a birthday picnic.
He would float in his dingy all day
and then we would come home for a dinner of
“Biggest Loser Pizza”.
It’s exactly what we did.
We celebrated Mal
and his 12 years on earth
and the fact that he made plans
and made a wish.
Happy Birthday, smiley boy.
Hope all your wishes come true.
Always.
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