Happy Birthday my sweet son. I can't believe you are 25 years old. You are a grown man but for me you will always be my baby boy. You are a wonderful son, grandson, brother, friend, and a humanitarian. The day you were born I fall in love with you. I held your hand and you captured my heart. I read to you, I played with you, mostly I gave you love. We shared a life with specks of happiness and pain. We shared conversations and adventure. You were sensitive to me and sensitive to the world. When you graduated high school as the salutatorian of your class you thanked your family, teachers, mentors, and the community. You thanked me for reading to you in the womb, and for always being there. You moved me and others in the auditorium to tears. It was in high school while you volunteered at the hospital that you found your passion-medicine. Last year when you spent spring break with colleagues helping the poor in the Dominican Republic, I could hear the excitement in your voice. You were making a difference in lives of others and you were loving it. I felt proud. You are loyal and giving. What a wonderful grandson you were to grandma and grandpa when they were alive. They didn't need to ask for help,you were more than happy to lend a hand. You cleaned, you washed laundry, you took care of them. Anyone that knows you can count on you. You have a big heart. Baba says that we are bookends and we are. You are my bookend. I wish you a life filled with wonder and adventure. I wish you happiness and gratitude. I love you always.