"But I thought dad was that tallest man in the world," says Henry.
We took the #6 bus downtown and walked about SLC, finding various adventures.
Then finished things off with some Angry Bird cupcakes at Grandpa's viewing.
Not exactly the birthday party we planned but you took it all in stride, even when you had no idea what a "viewing" was. (I don't think the mortician or I will ever forget hearing you whisper "Hey Michael, there's a dead guy in there.") You loved 'worm races' with your cousins.
May your satisfaction in your parents always be this high. And your expectations in birthday parties always be this low.
We love you oh so much.
Love,
Margaret
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