Last night I tucked my 11 year old in for the last time. This morning I woke up my 12 year old. (Who promptly asked if he could sleep longer! I agreed. We skipped the bus and I took him to school.)
Chewie is a smart and talented kid. He reads at the level of a high school senior. He remembers everything he learns. He loves science. He plays violin. He helps with the elementary kids at church. What a sweet young man.
I am proud of you buddy! I love you!