I mean really…what do you say with so many cute faces to choose from? How can any words compare? Well, I’ll give it a shot. To my first born son, you have grown from The Talker into my Drummer Boy who I couldn’t be any prouder of. You have grown in maturity over the past few years. I have seen a stretching and growing to fill the spot of oldest boy, of which you take very seriously. You have pushed yourself to learn how to be good with your little sisters and didn’t settle for it not being your thing. You are my go-to-guy when anything needs to be fixed. If there is a way, you will figure out how to make it work. I can almost watch the creative gears in your head turning as you settle in to tackle the new challenge. You have dabbled in a few things of interest over the years, but it seems you have found your niche…as a talented drummer. Every time I stand in the audience and listen to you thrive, I nearly shed a tear because I am so proud of you. We love you, birthday boy!