i'm not really a crying man, but this story since the first time i was told it has always brought a welling to my eyes.
it's oscar wilde's the happy prince. i first had it read to me by mr robinson, my primary school head teacher in a school assembly. i remember the strong feelings of this swallow that stuck with the prince to the bitter end.
in fact wilde has a tendency to bring some level of tears to me. a month ago i was reading caleb "the selfish giant" and that too is an awesome story.
it is caleb's 3rd birthday today and we've had a party and some games. it has been great fun and i'm grateful for these quieter times with him. over the past 3 years i've come to enjoy the bedtime story with him. we've made up stories and read some great ones... as i reflect back on his, and our, past three years i'm grateful for these stories that have inspired us... and for the gift of children... especially my firstborn, caleb.
happy birthday tiger :)
