His last Dart trip as a ten year old.
There was a long list of things that he did today, as a soon-to-no-longer-be 10 year old.
He excitedly brushed his teeth before going to bed. Yes, you guessed, for the last time as a ten year old.
Laughed out loud has he commented on his last wee, as a ten year old.
Let out a quick last little fart, as a ten year old (cue more laughter).
Then he looked at me and asked me if I felt strange in my tummy, before each new birthday, if I felt like a big change was happening.
I was boring and replied that no, that I didn’t feel that tightening of the chest, that excitement, that sense of a momentous event about to take place.
Maybe I should have paused, to take time to recapture the feeling, to remember the sensation. And then replied, eyes bright with excitement, that yes, definitely, I feel the butterflies in my stomach before each new birthday.
Never forget the butterflies Luca.