Dear Lucas,
At 6 a.m. you padded into our still-dark bedroom in your very large feety pajamas with sharks and said, “Can I snuggle now?”
We groggily replied, yes. “Happy Birthday, Lucas!”
“I’m 7,” you said. I could hear your smile in the dark. Yes, indeed you are.
I’m surprised you were able to snuggle for 12 whole minutes before you asked if we
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