K, happy birthday!

Five. Months. Late.

Of course, we celebrated your actual birthday this last year.

But because of the insanity of Rona – we were not able to have a party.

In past years we have celebrated your birthday with only family too.

And you wanted a proper party this year.

So we rented out Rock Solid, invited a dozen of your friends from school, and turned y’all lose on the gymnastics equipment.

Afterwards we ate cupcakes in an upstairs hospitality room and played air hockey and foosball as everyone left.

I felt like you relished it all.

Pop and Grams came over and ate dinner with us afterward.

Since it was Sunday, we ate waffles, eggs, and bacon.

You are so beautiful. And you are loved so dearly.

I love you.

-Dad