dear birthday boy,

last night, as your “ah’ma” tucked you in, she said, “goodbye, 4-year-old william.”

confused…you asked, “are you saying goodbye because i’m going outside?”

“no…,” she replied, “i’m saying goodbye because tomorrow you won’t be 4-year-old william anymore…you’ll be 5-year-old william.”

“oh,” you said reflectively…and then…

“will i still be cute tomorrow?”

ohhh, yeah…definitely!

you are the cutest little spectacle-wearing, lisp-bearing quipster of a sweet william there ever was!

happy birthday, 5-year-old william!  we love you much!

very sincerely,
me (your adoring birthday-buddy mama)