Dearest Mr. Boy,
You make me laugh like no one else on the planet. I am trying hard to raise you up to be a gentleman, but I am failing in one area. You lack compassion and it's all my fault. We've spent hours watching America's Funniest Home Videos and people falling down on the internet, unfortunately it has created quite a funny bone. So this year when I fell flat on my face, instead of you and AK rushing over to help me up, you were rolling on the ground in fits of uncontrollable laughter. The other night I bonked my head on your bunk bed and you fell out of your bed laughing. Part of me is mortified of the monster I've created, but at the same time, I realize I have created someone who is just like me. I love that our days are filled with laughter and that you have such an amazing sense of humor. At your Fifth Grade Promotion, I loved that you kept cracking up as you caught my eye in the audience as I was making faces at you.
You are eager to get out and travel the world and lament often about our lack of travel. Be patient Mr. Boy, your time will come very soon. Your dream trip is to Ireland and Greenland, you dream of snow, and of far off places. I hope you know that the world is there for you to explore, but the secret is... most of the best stuff is right here. We live in the most amazing place... you have deer in your backyard! The beach is just a car ride away, and we do stuff outside all year long. I know the grass is always greener, but try not to forget to enjoy your own grass before you move to a new pasture.
As you enter middle school I want you to remember to "Be Yourself!" Never feel like you have to conform, find your own path and others will follow. Follow your Arrow, my son, wherever it may point and know that I will love you forever.