While I was hoping all the attention would be on me today for Father’s Day, I have to take a back seat to Rogan as it’s also his birthday. And not just any birthday – today he turns 18. In the UK, that’s the big one. Now he can vote, legally drink in pubs and is fully classed as an adult.
Despite struggling to recall what I was doing last week, or even yesterday for that matter, I can still clearly remember holding my baby boy in the hospital. This tiny, vulnerable little being who changed my life forever. I wanted him to grow up strong and healthy, be wise in the way of people, and have a kind heart.
And he has.
As those who've followed my blog for any length of time will know, a tradition in this house has been the kids get a birthday card manipulated by me in Photoshop. This year I took one of photos I'd done of Rogan shortly after he had his mohawk created, and I exaggerated it somewhat, while adding textured overlays to end up with something looking more like...
...well, I'm not entirely sure more like what, but I thought it looked kinda cool anyway.
Happy Birthday, son.