Happy Birffday Reuben!!

Reuben’s third birthday is kind ob a big deal.

Not just a cupcake-and-candle situation, but a sit up straight, wear your best party hat, this matters kind ob moment.

Reuben took his place at the table like a seasoned guest ob honor—calm, dignibied, paws politely resting near the cake. The whipped cream pamcake tower wiff the glowing “3” candle was clearly the star, but Reuben pretended not to notice. He has always been good at qwiet celebrations, the kind where you soak in the joy instead ob chasing it.

Dougie was there, ob course, bobbing around wiff excitement and offering commentary nobody asked for. Teddy showed up too, looking extremely pleased to be included and wearing his tiny party hat wiff great seriousness. Eberyone agreed Teddy understood the assignment.

There was laughter. There was whipped cream. There was a moment where someone leaned a little too close to the cake and eberyone gasped. But nothing bad happened—just pure, happy chaos.

Three years ob Reuben: ob early mornings, careful obserbation, Paris adbentures, bakery dreams, and always being the first one ready while waiting patiently for the others to catch up – the best big brother anyone could eber hope for.

Happy third birthday, my sweet Reuben!! You are deeply lubbed.

(And ob course it’s on a Tuesday)