To my sweet little frog moose:
Tomorrow you will be eleven years old. Tomorrow marks that day where you move closer to your independence and farther from your childhood. It is bitter-sweet to watch you grow older. The old “blink of an eye” adage has never been so true.
I know this year is going to be exciting and challenging. I hope that you embrace it with courage and vulnerability.
I know that school is often challenging, I hope that you will do your best and try harder when you want to quit.
I know that sometimes being in between a child and teen is hard, I hope that you find a way to be playful and mature at the same time.
I know that you are always eager to win, I hope that you will learn that there are lessons in losing that will help you grown into an amazing young man.
I know you are deeply passionate and loyal, I hope that you continue to always find ways to be a good friend.
I know your heart is eager to please God, I hope that you pursue Him through service and worship.
I hope a year of new hopes for you my sweet son. A year of joy, happiness and adventure.
PS: Keep being you! I love you all the numbers.