Henry just turned 14. Hopefully, his only addiction in life will be his obsessive love of chocolate. I don’t usually enable him but, its was his birthday. Above are all the chocolate elements that made up his birthday cake. It was good but you needed a tall glass of cold milk to choke it down.
Now, I would like to write a little something about Henry, like about how smart and kind he is although his brothers and sister would dispute that. But for his age he really has a lot of compassion and empathy for people who are on the short end of social justice. I am proud. But I wont go on and wont write his birth story here. He is 14 and doesn’t really like a lot of attention from me and my uncoolness. I wont dwell on him anymore. But as he must know, I love him.