Dear Brady Zac Wynstan,
Yes, I was the one who wanted to name you Brady Zac. Your parents, however, probably figured your innate awesome wonderfulness would be quite enough without actually naming you Awesome Wonderfulness, which is pretty much what Brady Zac is. At least, I’m not the aunt that tried to name you Joaquin! (I KNOW, RIGHT??! *shaking our heads in unison, once you learn to shake your head… um and read parenthetical instructions*)
HI!!! Happy Birthday!!
So many things for you to learn commenting, tweeting, cheering for the Patriots…oh, and don’t worry, I will teach you how to glare at people who put an i in your damn hell ass name where it doesn’t belong.
Oh, whoops.
I probably shouldn’t have said damn hell or ass. Well…or this might be the perfect opportunity to teach you the “if it’s in the bible, it’s not a curse,” rule. Cause that is totally the rule.
Trust me, I’m a lawyer.
Welcome!
Love,
Dawn
P.S. By the way, young man, do you know how long I labored through your delivery? The emails, the blog posts, the texts, the tweets…for like NINETEEN HOURS! I. AM. EXHAUSTED. I only mention it, in case you haven’t commented on my blogs lately. Aww, but look at you, how cuuttee aare you and moommmmyy:
