Happy Birthday, Mr. President
Happy Birthday, Mr. President
Three times.
The White House has now officially validated my story three separate times.
It still doesn’t feel real.
On Inauguration Day 2025, I stood in brutal cold for 13 hours to get inside Capital One Arena, just four rows from the stage. When Hail to the Chief began to play, I felt something take over me. In that electric moment, I stood up and shouted from the bottom of my heart:
“We love you, Mr. President!”
President Trump turned, looked directly at me, and pointed with a big smile. First Lady Melania Trump waved warmly. The arena erupted, and that moment was broadcast live around the world.
Since that day, the White House has verified my story three times — including a personal letter signed by President Trump himself. Those validations are now permanently archived in the National Archives, right alongside the Constitution.
And in just a couple of weeks, I’m heading back to Washington with my parents to celebrate America 250 — our nation’s 250th birthday.
A shy kid from Mound, Minnesota, who grew up on the shores of Lake Minnetonka and graduated from Westonka Public Schools, somehow made American history. Because of that one moment, people all over the world now know about my hometown and my school.
Hail to the Chief.
Happy Birthday, Mr. President.
I’m still more than happy to talk to any media outlet that actually wants to hear how a regular private citizen managed to reach the highest office in the world. They can DM me on X or Instagram.
But if they don’t care to tell the story — that’s okay. I don’t need them. I already got the White House to validate my story three times. I’m going to Washington with my parents to celebrate America 250, and I’m going to enjoy every single moment of it.
