The candles on your cake glowed like three flaming jewels. I looked at them and wondered how you had collected three so quickly. You blew them out with an air of professionalism and showmanship. I could burst with pride for my growing boy who gets bigger and stronger with each year. I celebrate and cheer talking only of the greatness of the day. But what I really want to do is stop. Freeze frame. Because with each new candle you get further and further away from me.
