He will never know the pride and joy I feel when I watch him blow out the makeshift match-candles until it’s his turn. When he has his children, then he will know. But not yet.
I remember the birthday parties when he was little. I had to lead the group in the activities. Not anymore.
I listened as their conversation turned from Pokémon to voting. Through their words I was able to hold onto the boy and the man. Happy birthday Justin! May your boyhood sweetness make you a strong, sensitive man.
clevercraftyantimere.com 