It is hard for me to believe that the first year of your school was so traumatic for you. One would never guess it now. You are confident, happy, and easy going. You love school and take ownership over belonging there. You have many friends, and are well liked by all; you seems to be a bit of the class clown.
You hate doing homework right after school. You need an unwind time, which almost always involves wanting to play with a friend. Today it was Tucker; the 2 of you rode the scooter and made leaf piles. You seemed so happy; sometimes I look at you and am blinded by the aura that you radiate.
I was cutting your hair yesterday; it looks so good short, and you love doing "cool" hairstyles like all slicked back, spiked up, or just up in the front. You asked what you would look like when you grew up. You said you hoped you would look like Ben or Uncle Troy. :) I said however you looked you would be good looking. I asked if you liked the way the you looked now and you confidently said "YES!" I also asked if you liked who you were on the inside, too, and another confident "YES!!" That delights me; I hope you always feel just how you do now.
