(Photos of when Sacha as a little boy.)
When Sacha was born he had some health problems. The first five years were difficult. We barely slept. Due to Sacha's health problems we moved out of the city, to the country. Over time Sacha improved.
His hair was curly.
He talked non stop.
and he only ate pasta, plain.
Sacha had blue eyes for the first ten months. Then one morning they changed before nightfall. I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes.
His beauty marks I call them the "Dot to Dot – Map of the World."
Ten Things About Sacha:
1) Pasta beats the baguette.
2) A bungee jump is his idea of a high school graduation gift. Plus he wants me to take photos of the fall…
3) Today is his 18th birthday.
4) After forty thousand BMX back flips into the foam pit, he is ready to do it in 'for real on dirt'. I am seriously taking a knife to his tires, and maybe bending the bike's frame. Instead I asked him, "Have you landed perfectly 40,000 times? He reassured me, "Every single time," and just before I exhaled he added, "Except the last time… I landed on my head."
Motherhood is brutal.
5) A few hours before his birth I was picking wild strawberries in a forest outside of Paris. Blame it on the strawberries, Sacha was born three weeks early. To this day he prefers strawberries to chocolate.
6) His nicknames are: Shinga. Chelsea, his sister, gave him his first name and his nickname. I call him, Boy Boy or Boy-lo.
7) Sacha is six feet two, red is his favorite color, his room is a billboard for BMX, he is bilingual, and God forbid if he gets in the bathroom before you.
9) Fabrice is his best friend.
10) He has a big decision to make in a few weeks time. Should he stay and go to university in Arles, or should he take a gap year and go to Willows?
Happy Eighteenth Birthday Sacha!
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