I love you because you are my son, my first-born, and a smart, funny, handsome and enjoyable person.I like you because you are the only one I know who talks more than me, obsesses over things more than me, gets so worked up over little things (like me) and has a sick sense of humor – like virtually everyone in our family.I like the fact that you spend tons of time with your little brother, that you are so stinking smart I can’t even stand it (and you don’t even have to work at it), and that you once decided you were never using capital letters again because “they are a stupid waste of time.”I like it when you lay on your bed and read, when you walk in and hug me for no reason at all, and when you go into Beccah’s room to tell her “goodnight.”I like it when you get a 100% on a test – right after we’ve argued over the fact that you didn’t study at all for it.I like it when you pick your lip when you are nervous, that you wake up before anyone else and that you go to bed early because you think you get headaches when you’re tired.I like that you can recite the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy – all 5 million pages of it.