I believe I have told the story of how Apocalipse was born a thousand times by now, so I won’t do that again, but I will mark this day once again.
It is his fourth birthday today.
Four years ago since he took his first breath of life, against all odds.
So, let’s see some pictures of my wonderful young man.
Apocalipse is yet unridden, since he is not done growing up yet, so we will have to wait with those kinds of pictures, but I believe we have tried almost anything else in our four years together.
Lady Amalia, I wish you could have been here to see how perfect he turned out. Thank you for being his wonderful mother and for leaving him to me. He is a little piece of you, my ray of sunlight, every single day.
Happy birthday Apocalipse Ibn Saleem. I am so glad you are a fighter, and that you are here with me. I don’t know what I would do without you.