It seems like just yesterday, you were placed in my arms, held up by your dad because to be honest, I was so drugged up I couldn’t function. But I remember that moment. I remember asking if you were ok and crying when they said you were healthy and safe.
It seems like just yesterday, you were taking your first steps at Thanksgiving lunch and getting your first teeth. Then you were riding your first bike, having your first little girlfriend, and having your first sleepovers.
It seems like just yesterday, you were nine. That’s because you were.
But today you’re ten. Ten.
That’s double digits.
You’re JAZZ HANDS YEARS OLD, Henry Love.
I’m amazed at the young man you’ve grown into. You’re the right amount of funny mixed with the right amount of sweet and sensitive. You’re really like a sweet and savory nut, if I have to be honest.
Happy Birthday, Henry.
Here’s to a great year!