Happy Birthday Vice Pope.
What a splendid age you are. What a splendid man you are.
Still young and robust but now with a grown up head on your shoulders.
In the best years really.
I am sorry that I found that awful bow tie for your graduation.
I am sorry that I cut and coloured your hair.......trying to be frugal is not always the way to go.
I am truly truly sorry that I lost my temper with you that one time and hit you because I had the vapours over the pre entrance exam.
I think of it now and again and am ashamed and regretful.
I am sorry that in your early teenage years me and pa gave you cause for concern over alcohol consumption......ours not yours.
I am sorry that I would decide to 'do your bedroom' without really asking you and then have you spend hours helping me move furniture or paint or re-organise your stuff.
I am grateful that you were a young man who didn't really rebel and tell us both to eff off when we must have gotten on your last nerve so many times.
I am grateful that you are a big brother who loves his little sister and will always look out for her.
I am grateful that you are patient and kind, bright and considerate, with a quick wit and the ability to explain things slowly and carefully to your daft ma, and will always be available for heavy lifting and electrical.
I am grateful that you have the love of your life to share your future with. That you will marry your wonderful girl and have children and be the best Dad ever. The best Son ever tends to do that I suspect.
Have a great birthday son