Paulo, my son
Eleven years ago, I was rushing to the hospital where your mother would give birth to you, and a wise man said I was about to learn what True Love really was.
Indeed, when I held you for the first time, I understood what that man was talking about.
One year later, on this same day, you being as little and as cute as a button, I held you on my arms, and with my voice cracking and watery eyes, I sang this song to you:
Hoje eu sinto que cresci bastante
Hoje eu sinto que estou muito grande
Sinto mesmo que sou um gigante
Do tamanho de um elefante
É que hoje é meu aniversário
E quando chega meu aniversário
Eu me sinto bem maior, bem maior, bem maior, bem maior
Do que eu era antes
(“Aniversario”, palavra cantada)
You looked at me and smiled, and what I felt that moment is unfortunately something I will never be able to describe.
Yesterday when you went to bed and asked if I loved you, these memories came so vivid to my mind. Yes, of course I love you. And you will only fully understand it when you have your own child.
Fast forward to today, and you are indeed much, much bigger than you were before, to the point I can barely hold you on my arms anymore. It’s been a privilege to be by your side these eleven years, and see you grow into this bright, charming, loving boy.
Looking forward, something tells me you will have a blast in the year ahead, and I will be by your side more than I’ve ever been to enjoy every bit of it with you!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PAULO !!!