Laugh, Gray, Proud , In That Order
- Funny
Happy birthday, son. You’ve made me laugh, made me gray, and made me proud, often in that order and sometimes simultaneously. I wouldn’t change a thing.
Happy birthday, son. You’ve made me laugh, made me gray, and made me proud, often in that order and sometimes simultaneously. I wouldn’t change a thing.
Happy birthday, my boy. Of all the things I've ever made or hoped to make, you are the bravest, the kindest, the most wholly itself. Whatever the world tries to make of you, remember this: you have always been enough. You always will be. Today the celebration is yours. The pride is mine , endless, and entirely yours to keep.
Eighteen, son. The world opens up today , and you are ready in ways you don't fully see yet. Be brave. Be honest. Be patient with yourself the way we've tried to be patient with you. We are so proud. Whatever you choose from here, we are behind you, always. Happy 18th.
Sixteen, my boy. Today the door swings wider , keep your eyes open, your heart steady, and your phone charged enough to call home. Happy 16th.
Happy birthday, my boy. Watching you grow into yourself is the great quiet privilege of my life. Stay curious. Stay kind. Stay you.