It’s been a while since I’ve written you a birthday letter, because I suck. Sorry.
|You make your own magic.|
You were born into a house of chaos, and you were forced to live much of your babyhood in the very large shadow of your older brother. You were born to parents who had their world upended, to a mother who frankly did not cope for many, many months. And yet, you managed to thrive.
|Perhaps we need to work on your selfie skills.|
|I find you in trees more often than I would like.|
|I could eat you.|
You are an excellent student. You somehow manage to complete all your homework at school. You read constantly, although you also spend a LOT of time playing weird games on your sim-less iPhone. You spend a WHOLE LOT of time campaigning for a phone with a sim. Sorry, cookie. Two more years.
I still don’t understand that I child I birthed could hate chocolate the way you do. It makes no sense to me, but it is one of the things that makes you Yoni.
|Vanilla. This makes no sense to me.|
|I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.|
You are awesome, Yoni.