Dear Oliver,
Today you turn nine, and somehow that number feels both impossible and exactly right. Another year older, another year watching you grow into more of who you already are… curious, energetic, kind, and endlessly yourself.
You move through the world with a confidence (and craziness) that still amazes me. Whether you’re running full speed toward something you love or quietly figuring things out in your own way, you approach life with a determination that can’t be taught. You don’t half-do things. You give effort, heart, and enthusiasm—even when it’s hard, even when it doesn’t come easy. Everyday I’m reminded how uniquely you you are
This past year, I’ve seen you stretch in ways big and small. You tried new things. You stuck with things that challenged you. You learned when to push forward and when to pause. And through it all, you kept that smile… the one that shows up when you’re proud of yourself or when you know you gave it your best.
Watching you with Wednesday is one of my favorite parts of being your dad. The laughter, the chaos, and those quieter moments when you’re just together show a bond that only boys and dogs can have. No matter what, I know you’ll always have each other—and that brings me more comfort than you’ll ever know.
You have a way of filling a room just by being in it. Your humor sneaks up on people. Your joy is contagious. And even on the loud days… the exhausting days… I wouldn’t trade a single second of being your dad. You remind me constantly that life is meant to be lived with excitement, curiosity, and a little bit of crazy.
As you step into your ninth year, my hope for you is simple: keep being you. Keep asking questions. Keep trying. Keep believing in yourself, even when things don’t go perfectly. You are loved more than you can imagine… not just today, but every single day.
Happy 9th Birthday, Oliver.
I’m so proud of you.
Love,
Dad
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