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Yes, Eleven.  Eleven years of this boy teaching me something new pretty much every single day.  

 (love that Emma made him relocate to the "birthday chair". )

These years just keep creeping up on me!  It was a difficult thing for me to process that he couldn't count the years with fingers this year… his suggestion to "just add a toe" made me laugh instead of cry though – thanks Zach.  :)  

Meg of course had to get in on the action as well.  :)

On his birthday we took donuts into school, he got to see both sets of grandparents,

and we had Culver's and Jazz cake, and built some Legos. 

Since this was his "friend party" year, he chose a couple of good buddies to take to a U basketball game.  (It was a blackout game, and they were lucky enough that Nate got to take them even though he was on trauma call. )

These boys crack me up.  I am grateful he has such good kids for friends.  And I am hoping this next year goes slowly… I cannot believe that his next birthday will bring young mens, the priesthood, and middle school soon to follow!!   You are one in a million, Zach – and we sure love you!