9 years old

Another year has come and gone. Ezra is 9. Last year in single digits. Growing up. Not sure I'm ready for this.
Ezra, as I'm writing this, I'm watching you play minecraft. You're itching a mosquito bite. Also, asking if you can fly to Vegas by yourself. You've probably asked that at least 20 times today. It's kind of driving me crazy. Today, I watched you play with Hank. I watched you calm him down and make him laugh by making funny faces. You did it with love. You did it with confidence. I watched you play with Lincoln today. I am SO happy you two have each other. You are a wonderful big brother. Lincoln loves and adores you. I love and adore you. I'm so grateful you are my son. Love you bud!