Happy birthday to the smartest, sweetest, most humorous nine-year old I know! To the boy who said to Dan and I last year, “Please! I want to adopt a brother so he can have a family like me”. To the one who once asked me if his birth parents were aliens or dinosaurs (because he SO hoped). To the one who dates me at Children’s Hospital, and pats my back with three middle fingers ever so softly when we hug. We KNOW our relo to Florida was primarily so YOU would find your way into our home. I love you so much it hurts.