Yesterday was your 25th birthday.
I made you nutella french toast for breakfast, you went out with friends for lunch, and then you came home and had presents (a beard trimmer, new tie, and Steve Jobs' biography), fish and potatoes for dinner, and finished it off with red velvet cake and my own sexy/not-so-sexy rendition of "Happy birthday, Mr. President" as you blew out your scary black candles.
I love you, darling. It's been a wonderful year. Keep being the little kid that you are. Jude already loves it.