Happy birthday, dear James. You have matured so much in the last year, and we are so grateful that you are still very much yourself, our little spitfire who is either fully enthusiastic or deeply against most topics (rarely a middle ground). You are a joy who often speaks his mind to fight for what you think is fair and sensible. We love your fun logic and silly questions about the world.
For the next five days, you stayed in your room -- gaming, coloring, and daydreaming your way through the week. Happily, I could work from home, and we enjoyed my lunch hour passing the soccer ball in the yard. We ate meals with you via video calls (see below -- look closely and you'll see your sweet face). We were impressed with your vigilance, which allowed Dad, Alma, and me to avoid your infection. The saddest part was the fact that you missed your last WCDS winter concert. We were all looking forward to that evening and were all disappointed that you could not attend and perform. You still have the Spring play and the end-of-year performance, but missing the winter concert stings.
Once your isolation time ended, you continued to mask to keep us all safe. We could notice how anxious you were for company, especially from the kittens, who were also desperate for your unabashed love. The first thing we did when you were allowed out into public again was go to Target to purchase Christmas gifts for the cats, which you happily wrapped. Your time with COVID exemplified all of your great qualities: ensuring you keep others safe, your love of physical affection, your ability to entertain yourself with video games and reading (usually about video games), and your mature acknowledgment of your disappointment at missing the birthday party and concert.
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