The only time I won’t have time for you is when you always have to get yourself a wristwatch. You’re right son, Dad and wordplay, but on a serious note, these are words you shouldn’t use to play, they are dear to my heart just like the vows I made to your mom, So fresh like when the sun wakes up.
On this day, you’re ripe to claim that you are now a man, Oh Lord! See this boy o! Guess what? I can still remember the way you cuddled in my arms on your first day on earth, this same day I should say. As your heart was beating, I almost felt it was mine, tears running down my face so fast I felt it was trying to beat an Usain Bolt record. Trust me son, I was too happy and that happiness is renewed when days like this comes Fort.
You’ve made me proud, Let’s pretend as if we have never had times that you didn’t. But really those days have made you a better and productive child and also helped me to understand you more.
I love you! I love you! I love you! I can sing my love to you from morning till night. I know you wish it was actually a hot looking chic saying she loves you instead, but son you should be happy it’s coming from your beloved dad because some of us never had one to remember our birthdays, talkless of writing a love letter. I love you son, Happy twenty-first birthday, my boy!