My Will,
You are eight years old, the age you've waited for as long as you can remember. It's been a very exciting time and a lot of planning has gone into the events of the birthday week. Memorial Day (when we went for the first time, and also bought Lagoon season passes!), Last Day of School, Birthday, Baptism. You've been pretty mature about it all.
You have thrived in Kaysville. Any time someone (usually Lex) mentions moving somewhere else, you protest mightily. "I'm in the best school in the whole world! We can't move until after 6th grade!" We've tried to be pretty open about our future and the possibilities and unknowns. It's been quite a year for us. We moved to Kaysville, spent a summer traveling, started school, lost a job, Mom and Dad both got new jobs, and Dad started taking EMT classes. We've started talking about money a lot. You've taken on more responsibility with chores and helping out at home. You have been left "in charge" for short stints of time.
You love Minecraft, Legos, Star Wars, and graphic novels. You also like to eat noodles, rice, bread, tortillas ... basically anything beige, and not much else. You requested a chocolate-chocolate birthday cake, and you got one! Your favorite people are Derek and your Dopp cousins.
We expect a lot of you, especially your dad. He helps you with homework and studies spelling. You two love to watch fail videos on YouTube at bedtime. You love to laugh and have started "pranking" people and trying to be funny in class. I see a lot of your dad in you!!
We love you lots and have been proud of your choices. You have so much to give. I hope to help you learn how to shine.
Love,
Mom
