Boldizsár

I've written about this family before. They have some magic weaving its way through the air in their house, or even carried upon it. Maybe they don't know, but I've witnessed it. The way they do things, the way they share their love, the manner in which they are effortlessly kind. It's cinematic, all I can see.

Boldi has a birthday today. Tells me he is sat there at his computer, and therefore, how could it possibly be a great birthday. I can see him there, in my mind. It's how he chooses to spend his time, so perhaps although it is a little too similar to all the other summer days, spent with freedom, it is what makes him happy in his early teenage years. He is a wonderful boy. He has so many great qualities, and his English gets better and better, and every visit I pay this family we have more and more laughs together.

On his birthday, I hope he can realise that he is amazing. I also hope he can understand that everything, all these days and the events therein, are what we make of them. How we look at things defines who we are, what we can possibly achieve. So, my dear young friend, the spectacular can grow from nothing, it can be in your arms, and even if not, you can find it as easily as it can find you, because it is everywhere, it simply depends on perspective.

I hope you have a wonderful evening. Bless you, and enjoy the times at home, for one day they will be gone forever.