Today you turn 204 months old*. One morning early this month I realized you need an alarm clock. Why am I still waking you for school? I guess I like going in and looking at you while you sleep. You sleep in exactly the same positions you slept in as a baby. Don't get the wrong idea, I don't sneak in and stare at you or anything, but I've noticed what position you sleep in.
You never complain about anything, even now, when I know you have a raging sore throat, you keep to yourself and emerge for drinks and pain reliever. You don't eat much and you have the gentlest spirit. You like to stay up late, eat ice cream, and make films for the internet. I know that sounds dirty, but it isn't.
Recently you've opened up (a little) about your feelings. You have actually been known to make a near-silent chuckle sound when you are amused. I love watching How It's Made with you. On the couch. And you get to hold the remote.
Your obsession with beverages knows no bounds. At any given moment dozens of soda cans or ice tea bottles can be retrieved from your room. And the room itself is an amazing jumble of loose change, dvd cases, magazines and hundreds of folded pieces of paper. You've always liked paper. You used to eat it.
You have never challenged us on our rules or curfews and I really respect you for that.
I know you like to stay up late and I appreciate the fact that you are good about getting up in the morning.
Finally, I, wanted to tell you how much I admire you.
I could go on and on (you know I could) but I'll just say:
you are one of the finest men I know.