The Thanksgiving after Katrina we gathered in Honolulu where your mother had just given birth to you. So little, so tiny. Back when you were just a bean in her belly, after they listened to your heart beating for the first time, she had sent us all the sound file. So quick, so loud. Six years pass quickly. How curious you are about animals and insects. How quick you are to carry love. What a wondrous creature you are little man. What a soft and wondrously curious heart you have. So wondrous, so curious. So quick, so loud. May it always remain so. May it serve you well. Happy Birthday. I love you.