The top picture is of you on your 4th birthday at the Museum of Osteology. The bottom one is of you this past weekend. I can’t even handle how much you’ve grown in just one short year, not just physically but in so many other ways. You have had one insanely rough year, but you’ve proven your resilience time and time again. I’m so proud of you, and so sorry that this transition has been as long and trying as it has been. I know that your father and I both wish we could have spared you from some of the inevitable hurt that comes along with a situation like this, or at least handled it a bit better. I want you to know right now that there aren’t two teams. There’s one. There’s only your team, and we’re all on it. Last Saturday he let me have you for a couple hours so that Bobby and I could take you to the museum. Our friend Joey who works there showed us all the back rooms where they do the cleaning and assembling and you even got a duck skull for your room. Cloud 9 status.