He turned eight the weekend before the holidays. He is lanky and lean and loves to read as much as he loves to kick a ball around. So we met his friends in the park by the forest and they kicked the footy, climbed trees, clambered over logs and even read a little. There was orange cake in the shape of a soccer ball (which more than one adult mistook for a pineapple, but the boys thought the business). And the sun shone down on us for the first time since Lewis' first
birthday, which made us smile even more.