Isaiah turns twenty today. This young man, who we used to call “Crazy Man” and then “Funny Man” is still crazy. He’s still funny. He’s just older. He still kisses me before he leaves the house to go out with friends. Every single time. He still hugs me like he did when he was small enough to carry on my shoulders. He’s just older. He is who he has always been and so much more. I love you, Isaiah. I hope this year brings you everything you wish for!