Thank you for being our son.
At times, I forget what a privilege to call you mine.
I forget to look into your heart and see your abundant love.
I forget to look past your maturity and see that you are still a child.
I forget to look beyond the mistakes and see your intentions behind them.
I forget to look past your boisterous shouts and see that you are just a boy.
I forget to look at the present and enjoy what the moments bring.
I forget a lot of things.
But I hope you won’t forget that I love you and how precious you are to me.
Blessed birthday my dear boy. I pray that God guides your every step.