Dear Maxwell J,
It's the first day of school and the absolute worst day to have a birthday. We got you cinnamon rolls for breakfast and steak for dinner. Your friends went with you to the gym, then took you for hot wings. We celebrated with icees from Bahama Bucks, instead of cake. You were happy today. There was light in your eyes. You played basketball with Sam and stayed up until 1:00 in the morning doing your hair with Eliza. Your big brother Cooper sent you a ridiculous sum of birthday money and both your grandparents showered you with love. Today you were full of hope for the future, and you smiled that grin that lights up rooms and drops teenage girls to their knees. You are mostly unaware of how beautiful you are and how amazing your potential is. This 17th, senior year, I hope you start catching glimpses of what I see. I love you with everything in me and am proud to be your mom.
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