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Silas Lee, you make me goofy. And I mean that quite literally. You make me do anything to get you to laugh. Wear your pants on my head? Check. Howl in a grocery store? Check. All that matters is the laugh. But more often than not, you crack me up.
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You take us everywhere. Never content to stay home on a perfectly good weekend day, you take us bowling and to the aquarium, to farmer's markets and the beach, on hikes in the woods in the city, to Cubs games and to garage sales.
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And when we don't go anywhere, home is ridiculous. Inside. Outside. With us. Alone. You find new ways to play with everything and everyone. You're such a good kid. Such a big kid. Seriously, Katie and I just really like you. You're just really fun to be around. You make it easy for us.
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So nineteen months ago you were born. You were so tiny, but always sturdy. I never felt like I could break you. I never felt like you were fragile. It's amazing to see you jump now. To see you climb stairs or run. I love that you have friends. That you know them by name and which general direction they live in. I love that you recognize home. I especially love how you say the word "nose", like it's spelled "nosche." I love that you shout "throw" every time you see the Cubs. And that you somehow got Lisa to play hockey with you. You bring the best out of everybody and the best of my life together.
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So once again, Silas, thanks for making this whole thing fun and interesting and just really great. I don't know who you'll be as you get older, but I'm super excited to find out.
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