11 years, 5 months.
Last Saturday, we had been planning to go see Sonic the Hedgehog 2 on its opening weekend. It was going to be a day that just you and I spent the day together- and I was also going to take you to my new favorite Asian restaurant near our house.
But the weather was decent, so you and your best friend Landon decided to hang out our at house instead.
And when I say “our house”, I should say, our driveway.
I am not exaggerating when I say the two of you proudly spent over 3 hours outside, painting your basketball.
Now I realize that, the concept of “painting a basketball” may be outside the laws of logic.
But I get it. You’re 11 years old. You’re still a kid, but not yet a teenager.
I am happy to see you happy with such simple things.