Saturday, 20 March 2010
I was 15 when Little Chris was born and spent a great deal of time with him when I lived at home. We shared a bedroom and often a bed, I mixed his bottles and changed his nappy and we went on adventures together. It was more than a brother/sister relationship - for years he called me his best friend. I was knocked off the top spot when D came along, and both David and I love Christopher like he is our own. Leaving him is the hardest part of leaving Birmingham, and tomorrow I have to say goodbye to him.
I didn't think he would be that bothered, but last time I saw him he mentioned how the thing he would miss the most is being able to talk to us whenever he wants. I was inspired by this mom's xmas present for her daughter and these keeping in touch rolls I put together a little package for Little Chris:
There's some blank postcards and envelopes printed with our new address, plus a cardboard phone with both of our phone numbers and a cardboard laptop with the login instructions for his very own e-mail address. David and I both wrote him little notes, which made me cry, and I have included a photo of the three of us.