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Twenty-eight
Almost thirty
But not quite
Still a kid to me
Just one who happens to be a husband and father
But still a kid
To me

Our birthday are a week apart
Give or take nineteen years
I remember the day you were born
Cone head
Ugly baby
By three months you were too cute
By two years old you were adorable
By ten, deplorable
By thirteen, unbearable
By sixteen, responsible
By nineteen, a man
By twenty-one, an adult
By today
Still a kid to me
Despite your thinning hair and daily worried brow
You complete a big part of my life
And even though you are older, wiser and gone from my reach
You will always be that little boy who called me
Padino without the r.
I love you
Happy Birthday.

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