When you first came around, I wasn't too sure what to make of you.
I didn't know much, but I had a hunch you were trying to steal my thunder.
It didn't take too long for you to grow on me though.
I liked you. Very much.
And held you close for as long as you'd let me.
We had some good times together, you and me.
and attended lavish parties and galas. You were my very first friend.
Still, it was clear from the start that you and I are very different types of people.
I am gregarious and chatty. You are mellow and reserved.
I am spunky. You are serious.
I am the stooge. You are the straight man.
You don't talk much, but when you do, it's to say something hilarious or brilliant. Usually both.
We don't hang out much, but when it happens, I have more fun than you really know.
And you sure don't hug me much, but when you do, I light up like a Christmas tree.
Today is your birthday. You are 33 years old. You are smart, and talented, and fantastic at what you do.
You have the world at your feet, and a really wonderful future at your fingertips.
And you have her.
I've grown to like her. Very much.
And I will hold her close as long as she'll let me.
And wouldn't you know it...she is growing up to be quite spunky.
She is animated and very, very silly.
Sometimes it's hard to believe that you're a father, and she is the new stooge to your straight man.
But even though we're all grown up...
It's nice to know that some things never change. Happy birthday Adam. I love you, kiddo.