J1 turns eighteen. i feel outrun, like every mother must on such a day. the years cunningly outpace me and i am caught unready. today i needs must greet the young man who replaces the little boy. a strapping young man he, with his sly wit and crooked smile, and with his hungry hopes in life.
young man, i want to say, remember the hope to which you have been called! remember that you have a goodly inheritance. remember to act justly, to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God, and remember that in return he is faithful and loving and merciful.
remember that there is One who writes your song, and gives you the words for your songs. and today, as you turn adult, i raise a toast to you. you've given us laughter and tears. you've given us joy. you've made us proud. cheers.
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