It’s once again that time of year where I marvel at the number of years it’s been since you made me a dad. Happy 7th Rhys.
We got some curveballs this year and didn’t get to go on some of the adventures I thought we would… but still found our way to some other great moments.
I don’t think the World Cup gets better than getting to watch it alongside your own kid starts taking an interest. And it’s exciting to see you take the pitch yourself.
I love seeing you thrive. As a brother. In school. At magician camp. Spanish class.
Whenever you hit a new age, I inevitably recall what the world looked like to me at that age. Seven. It’s an exciting year. The world is massive and so full of things to dive into. And thanks for helping me see the world from that POV all over again.
Can’t overstate how much I truly love being your dad. Happy birthday, Rhys. Seven is gonna be fantastic.