My dearest Jacob,
Let’s just pretend it’s springtime off last year and I haven’t fallen victim to the pandemic blahs and watching endless hours of Survivor and… drumroll please… it’s Jacob’s birthday letter time! I do in fact think twelve-and-three-quarters truly suits you, and I know most people have never said that about twelve-and-three-anythings.
This may seem like a bit of a cheat, but I honestly am not sure any member of your family has ever written you this nice of a letter, including me. And Zach isn’t even a member of your family. So here is a glimpse into twelve-year-old Jacob from the perspective of a slightly older camp counselor guy. We know those camp counselor guys don’t mince words. And we know it’s not a form letter as demonstrated by the much shorter and unmemorable letter Nate received addressed to “Max.”
I love you my Hacobs. I’m so happy to see you growing into the best version of yourself.
Love,
Mom