Happy Birthday Damon!! I love you so much. This was my birthday cake and I wanted to share it with you.
I have nothing else to give you but my love which will always be there for you. Oh, and advice. Whether you want to hear it or not. You know me, I have to tell you what I think. Whether you take my advice is up to you.
I just talked to you five minutes ago and you sounded so happy and excited. I’m glad the sun is shining for you today in Alaska.
I can’t believe you are 27 years old. Where did my little boy go? Remember playing “Tame Pony” You used to love that. Remember all the rides we would take together? Going to the airport just you and me? Trying to drive down every single road in Falmouth and checking them off on the map as we did it? Chasing around town when we heard stuff going on the police scanner?
I remember the day you were born and you wouldn’t open your eyes for two days.
I remember when you first learned how to talk and you thought you were Italian and called me, Mammia and Dad, Daddia.
I remember when seagulls hovered over you at the beach because you were always covered in peanut butter and jelly and Auntie Barb and I called you “alien piggy” because you always seemed to be staring up at the sky.
I remember the little boy who loved his “Care Bear” and who used to make long lines with all his matchbox cars.
I remember when you put a baseball hat on and never took it off again.
I remember my little fisherman. You would go to the pond and fish for hours all by yourself. I would bring you lunch.
Now you are a man but you still have the baseball hat on and still catch the fish.
I think of you everyday and hope the best for you but only you can make that happen. I know in my heart you will get the best. It may be a hard road sometimes but you will travel it and eventually reach your goals.
I love you,