Your 9th birthday started off bright and early.
With deep-fried donuts and coffee for your parents, Scott & Jill.
You happily woke up and jumped out of bed to a kitchen table full of wrapped packages and cards from friends far away.
The requisite bi-yearly measurements were taken and recorded on your door jamb.
Birthday songs were sung.
Presents and sweet cards were opened.
You left for school looking a little bit older.
You came home from school to find your new bike that your dad bought you.
And a super cool bike helmet to keep you safe.
I picked up Gigi from the airport and she helped us ring out your birthday in the evening.
Playing with fire.
The requisite Hecht family kahlua kake, per your special request.
We have a nine year old. How did that happen?
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