Happy Birthday
Dearest Wells,
You're 8! YOU'RE 8! You may never see this and to be honest - give some of the things I've written about in here from my youth and before you were born when... in thinking about it - I was not that much older than you are now... well I was certainly closer to your age than I am to my current age... either way... don't hold any of that against me.
But more importantly YOURE 8! 8 is great!
My man - I don't even know how to explain what it's like to have a son. I hope one day you get to experience it. I hope you get to feel the power of the universe as it sources through you and into your smile, tears, thoughts, and actions. Having you as my son is one of the greatest things in my life.
This year was pretty rocking - you recovered fully from brain surgery - no big deal - you hit a game winning hit for your little league team... then proceeded to dive down a hill and break your wrist in pure Wells style. You laughed, you cried, you hugged, you lied a little and you grew. That's the thing... you grew... and you are growing into a direction that will surpass me in every way. Your kindness, your intellect, your wit, curiosity and most of all your empathy are some of the qualities that I admire most about you.
Your ability to put away clothes however - a different story. Life is going to continue to change and evolve - it will be fun and it will be hard sometimes but the person you are becoming will allow you to maximize the fun and minimize the hard time - that's what I'm most assured of in this year. Keep on trucking little bear - you're quite a son.
Love
Dad
