A very happy almost-birthday to Hayden, AKA Bud, AKA my son.

I sent him a very heartfelt dumb message with lots of text speak, expecting the reply of “thank”, and instead he sent me the best little message back that made my day.  Love him to pieces even tho he farts.  Can’t wait to bake him a red velvet cake with a dumb amount of sprinkles on it and probably watch dumb horror films with him in celebration of him being an un-teenager when I get back from Savannah this weekend.