Jacob’s Twelve

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.”

Kennolyn

I love you my Hacobs.  I’m so happy to see you growing into the best version of yourself.

Love,
Mom

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