To my son Tommy,
You had your first surprise birthday. Your Aunt Debbie threw you and your cousin Charlie a surprise birthday party this past Friday. Uncle Jack caught this awkward cake moment on his camera. You look like you were shorted a candle or something. Though you wouldn't be able to tell by that picture, you really enjoyed yourself.
Before the end of the month, you will end up with three celebrations for your bday, maybe more. One was the surprise party, then we will probably do something special and low key on the day of, then we have your birthday party at the bowling alley at the end of the month. Plus I imagine an impromptu party at your Grandma Roro's house, assuming we can all get well and get back over there soon.
Yeah that was the other surprise. Your mom and I got ganked by some illnesses. Yesterday, I caught the stomach bug that put your Grandma Roro in the ER on Wednesday, and your mom got floored by some congestion thing today. I will spare you the gruesome details, but we are both barely managing. Luckily, our ebbs and tides in how we feel have been alternating well, so we have managed to take care of you. We did have to have someone cover our door greeter shift at church today, but that was more for the safety of the congregation.
But this too shall pass. And it seems you have been spared the brunt force of what we have. And with Christmas and the surprise birthday party, you are stocked up with Lego projects and toy figurines and enough imagination fodder to keep yourself somewhat self entertained.
Sincerely with love from your dad,