Becky, Max and I are about to see Pete’s Dragon. Granny is keeping Marlie. Our little buddy is excited about his eighth birthday at the end of this week.
Yesterday, on my birthday, he was in a talkative mood and said he loves his life. He didn’t say that in response to any question or comment made by us. He came up with that all on his own. That was the best birthday present ever.
I hope he feels that way in five years.
And five years after that and five years after that and so on…