Here are a few old pictures, John, from your 12th birthday, which you said was about the finest birthday celebration of your entire life.
Do you see Ryan? He was so tiny.
Anyway, looking at these feels like looking at someone else’s life almost, it was so long ago.
I loved then, and I love now, and the future is looking good.
Thank you for all the years of happiness you have brought Dad and me. Thank you for your friendship, and your love, patience, and sense of humor
There is no one else quite like you ever. (My mother calls you, “Our little Johnny.”)
Happy Birthday, Bud. The whole family is lucky for you.
love, Mom and Dad and Everybody