William addressed his own valentine cards last night for his party on Friday. He is such a little boy now, I can barely even remember him as a baby. Excuse me as I bust into a little Fiddler on the Roof:
Is this the little boy I carried?
Who is this big boy I see?
I don't remember growing older
When did he?
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze
(slightly modified to make sense)
Excuse me as I go look for that soundtrack...
Sorry this blog entry seemed to get off the main subject of William's writing. He is doing awesome. I am pretty sure he is a genius.
Mazal tov
