Gatsby/Geebs/Crapsby/Gibs/Mr. Spills —
Happy Birthday! You’re 9 today, Kid. Another year has passed of you being an absolute weirdo.
We’re over Michael Jackson now and we’re firmly into basketball. You are a whiz at knowing players’ names and stats and histories, and even personal lives. You always ask us who’s the GOAT: Jordan, Lebron or Kobe? I literally have no idea, but we did get you some Lebrons for your birthday to add to your Jordan collection from Christmas (Poshmark for the win!). AND, we surprised you on Monday night and took you to your first NBA Game: 76ers vs. Bulls!
This was a year of firsts because you also went to your first real concert: Jimmy Buffett with Mom, Dad and Holdy last summer. This summer, you’ll be seeing The Avett Brothers and The Chicks!
You continue to slay the fashion game.
Your tooth injury from last year has healed (after two root canals) and the chip in your front tooth is no more!
You’re doing very well in school and, according to your teacher, are the peacemaker on the playground. Your best friend is still Jo Jo (though, sadly, they moved and aren’t our next door neighbors anymore), and you invited Morgan, Oliver, Jo Jo and James to have pizza tonight at Archetype for your birthday.
You love Flippy’s pizza and like to “help” at the Pretzel Company and pizza shop. You request Starbucks weekly and like Caramel Ribbon Crunch Frappuccinos and birthday cake pops. You requested cake pops as your birthday “cake” this year. For gifts, you wanted basketball trading cards and Robux.
Your photo editing skills continue to grow.
You make us laugh every day. You ask no less than 67 questions daily. You are smart and clever and like to tell (not very good) jokes. You’re sweet and sensitive and silly. We love you, Bud – Happy Birthday!
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