We think you're great.

Mom and I just had a moment. We both just looked at you and said how perfect you are and how we can't believe we are lucky enough to be your parents. We have no idea what we did to deserve you. Then we did potatoes. That's what your mom calls it. I call it a pound or a dap. It's a fist bump. Either way, whatever it is won't be cool by the time you read this. But we used to be cool. And we love you.

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