Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday!
Nine feels so much older than 8, doesn't it? You my boy have had an exceptional year. You joined the band and you were the key percussionist in the star wars song. You had a very successful first year of USA competitive soccer and you were invited many times to be a guest player on other teams. You got straight A's, and apparently have several "girlfriends" at school, some of them even telling you on your Valentine that you are handsome.
You've tried some new foods, need your inhaler less and less and manage to make friends with everyone. There isn't a day goes by when you tell me about a "new" kid who you are friends with. It's hard to keep track.
Everyone love you. You wear your heart on your sleeve and lots of times your emotions get the better of you. One day, maybe, you'll stop getting so mad and your first instinct won't be to pound someone. But, I'm sure that passion will serve you well in life.
I love to watch you dance and listen to you sing. You're knowledge of music is pretty impressive for a little kid. You are a great traveler and hiker and have led the way on many adventures over the past year whether at Arches or in Florida. And, like your mother, you know where the bathroom is in every single place we go - you frequent them pretty often.
You live for Diet Coke and bbq chips, rarely clean your room or make your bed, and hoard tiny things. But, when it's time, you really can get the job done and do a great job.
You are such a good boy and so, so loved.
Happy Birthday!
