A very belated Happy Birthday, kiddo. This was the year you became the second tallest member of the family (which isn’t saying much). You grew a shadow of a stache. Your voice dropped. You thought you got pretty good at playing central defender. You got interested in good grades. You had a date and took her a rose for the middle school dance. You played a lifetime of Hollow Knight and Minecraft. Your humor is as quirky as you are. You are maddeningly obstinate but you don’t hold a grudge. You are brazenly transparent when you need something. But you seem to need very little.
Twelve years into this project you are still our adorable thought slightly less cuddly baby you were. Love you to Jupiter’s moons and back.
Notes from Dad 