My dear, sweet, wonderful boy. You are 12 times cuter now than in this picture, and let me tell you, at age three, you were quite a looker. I hope this birthday is better than all your other birthdays added up. You deserve the royal treatment for all your years of love, romance, friendship, encouragement, and patience. I love you more that words and actions can express, though I try my damndest. Happy day!
Presents!
Today I freed Tom from the man. I freed him from that man who has forced him to buy stupid razors and overpriced blades, only to find a year later that the man has dicontinued the blades, thus making Tom buy new stupid, overpriced razors and stupid, overpriced blades. Now Tom has the fanciest shaver in all the world and he can buy blades for it anywhere in the world, in any drug or hardware store, for the rest of his life. So take that, man!
Tom also got some 70s music. the Eagles, the Stones, and the Who. Now we go to a BBQ to say hello to dear friends we’ve sorely neglected over the past year. Tomorrow Is the first day of school orientation! I’m so nervous. I can’t believe it’s starting now.
Happy birthday Tom, I love you.