Happy birthday. I can't believe that in one year you've gone from this:
I also can't believe that I found this at the craft store:
Which confirmed my fears (and probably justifies my grandmother-in-law's refusal to call you by your real name) that your name connotes crotchety, hook-nosed witches.
I'm grateful for your stellar example, and your activism:
There are fewer wildfires because of your efforts. Thanks for being funny, and for not walking yet. Thanks for waiting until now to get all your teeth at once. Thanks for saying "who's that?" when you point to a photo of me, and for being an excellent shopping partner-in-training.
You are a great friend to Holden: