Boy oh boy where do I even begin. Lane... honey, my pookie bear. I have loved you ever since I first laid eyes on you. The way you skate up the ice and strike fear into your enemies' eyes. Your silky smooth moves around the blue line, and those gorgeous offensive instincts. I would do anything for you. I wish it were possible to freeze time so I would never have to watch you retire. You had a rough childhood, but you never gave up hope. You are even amazing off the ice, you're a great (future) husband and (future) father, sometimes I even call you dad. I forever dread and weep, thinking of the day you will one day retire. I would sacrifice my own life it were the only thing that could put a smile on your beautiful face. You have given me so much joy, and heartbreak over this season. I remember when you first left Boston University and its like my heart got broken into a million pieces. But a tear still fell from my right eye when I watched you win the Calder trophy, because deep down, my glorious king deserved it. I just wanted you to come to Montreal. Then alas, you did, my sweet baby boy came home and I rejoiced. 2024 was a hard year for us baby, but in 2025 you will make history happen. You fell to 62nd in the draft and I couldn't believe it. I was crying, bawling even, and I heard my glorious king exclaim these words, "MONTREAL, THIS IS FOR YOU!" Not only have you changed the game of hockey and the world forever, but you've eternally changed my world. And now you're getting older, but still the goat, my goat. I love you pookie bear, my glorious king, Lane Hutson.