my firstborn is eleven this week.
who knew eleven would look this sweet, this zany, this clever?
who knew he'd crave books like air and not have grown too hip for the old mum and dad?
who knew eleven years could hold so much wonder, this day after day after day after day of easy togetherness and unscheduled joy?
happy birthday, bee. i can't imagine this life without you.
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