You were up past midnight getting ready for your party, and you were up early this morning in anticipation, and you burned off all your remaining energy today.
When I look at you sleeping I see a 9-year-old, and an 8-year-old, and a 5-year-old, and a 3-year-old, all rolled into one.
Realistically, this was probably the last "Club Penguin" party you'll have, and I'm glad it was a good one--from the birthday donuts with no holes to the penguin figures you made.
You are silly and crazy and sweet and loving and inappropriate and a terrific artist and a wonderful boy to wrestle with and laugh with and listen to and hold hands with.
You're a great kid, and I love you so very much. I will always be here for you.
Goodnight, my sweetheart.
OH MY GOD!! DID YOU TAKE THAT PICTURE WHILE I WAS SLEEPING?!?!
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