You're starting to develop your personality. There's a lot more footage of you now, because you LOVE to show off in front of the camera. You are what specialists would probably call ADHD, but for now, your mom just calls you Blake Lee. Especially when you're in trouble.
This year, you are going to find a pair of scissors in the kitchen drawer and you are going to cut off your brother's thumb with them. It's fine. He's fine. He'll go to the hospital, get some stitches, and you and he will be back to shenannigans the next day. He'll punch and choke you a lot. And therefore you will learn and frequently use the word "Fuck". Congrats, dude! This word will come in really handy later on in life.
Computers are about to come into your life. You sister is gonna get a take home computer from school about the size of your dog, Colin. Both of them will have trouble with Bytes. Oh, also, in twenty one years, you will make a lot of bad jokes. Don't worry though, you also make a TON of good ones. Some might even say you're funny. Hold on to that. It will get you through some rough patches in life. It might even save your life in twelve years.
I love you, Blake.
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