My oldest son turned 20 today. Can’t say that I recall all that much about when he was a baby, but I vividly remember watching him grow into a young adult. He has intelligence, drive and curiosity, and I know that he has become a mature, well-rounded and talented man; someone any father would be proud of.
Happy birthday, son. You are all that a father could ever have hoped for, and then some. You’ve done well for yourself.