Happy Birthday!!
11 years ago today I was sitting in math class writing a test (which I was sure I was going to fail) and my giant, old school cell phone rang. I got in trouble from my math teacher but I told him that I was expecting a very important phone call. That call was dad saying that a little baby boy had been born that morning.
To
celebrate your birth I wore a skirt and some ugly shoes. Fuzz and I drove to the hospital to see you and it turns out that you didn't do much. You made a couple of strange noises in your sleep, probably farted and were overall pretty boring. Boring and hairy.
That was your first birthday. A few days later you came to pick me up from school with Mom, Dad and Fuzz and we all brought you home together. All we did for those first few days was take unflattering pictures of you and of each other. We were a big, happy and slightly strange family.
At this point, you still didn't have a name. I was pushing for Austin and Ethan (names that I think belong to handsome men) and Mom and Dad wanted to name you Aaron ( I think) but after much debate, we picked Duncan after your grandfather. You are very much a Duncan and I think it was an excellent choice.
The moral of the story is that 11 years ago today, you made us the happiest people on the planet and you have been doing so ever since.
TTp.s. what do you want for your birthday? Dolls?