Henry just turned 14.  Hopefully, his only addiction in life will be his obsessive love of chocolate.  I don’t usually enable him but, its was his birthday.  Above are all the chocolate elements that made up his birthday cake.  It was good but you needed a tall glass of cold milk to choke it down.

Now, I would like to write a little something about Henry, like about how smart and kind he is although his brothers and sister would dispute that. But for his age he really has a lot of compassion and empathy for people who are on the short end of social justice.  I am proud.  But I wont go on and wont write his birth story here.  He is 14 and doesn’t really like a lot of attention from me and my uncoolness.   I wont dwell on him anymore.  But as he must know, I love him.