9 years old. For real.
You are an amazing, fried dough loving boy. Full of wit, intelligence and humor.
It was your turn to have a party this year (I'll admit, you've been jipped most years). You asked for a pool party and it was the most fun (and easiest!) party we've ever had.
Did I mention the fried dough loving part?
Happy Birthday to my sweet, sweet little man. What a difference a year makes. Last year you still had that baby face. This year, not so much. And I can actually see the start of a six-pack on your gymnastics loving bod. Crazy! I love being your Mama, E. More than I can ever express. Thanks for making my job pretty easy.
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