10 years, 11 months.
This is my last letter I will write you while you’re still 10 years old. Your 11th birthday is now only a few days away!
I’ve kept it no secret from myself; how it’s not easy watching you grow up so fast, especially as you are now more of a pre-teen than a little boy.
As birthday gifts have been showing up in the mail, and as I’ve watched how you’ve used your gift cards from your birthday party, it surprised me a bit to see you choose… plastic toys.
I was thinking we were past that stage in your life.
Last year it was all about Fortnite. This year, it’s Roblox.
Yeah, I know. You’re just collecting more plastic that you’ll ultimately forget about a year from now.
But as for now, it’s proof that there’s still a little bit more “little boy” still in there.
I need there to be.