To my dearest RoundBoy,
Eight years and a little over an hour ago, you made your grand entrance to this world — all 4.05 kg of your roundness.
My goodness! Did I just say EIGHT years? Why, it seems like only yesterday when you were a newborn baby whose plump little cheeks were practically begging to be pinched…
You maintained your roundness for many, many years, and looked your roundest when you were cuddled up with Simba like this…
And now, look at you! You’ve grown up — pensive, reflective, insightful…
You’re no longer as round as you used to be. But I don’t care. You’ll always be ‘RoundBoy’ to me.
In fact, the more I think about it, the more I realise that five, ten…maybe even twenty years from now, you will still be RoundBoy to me.
You will always be my RoundBoy. You will always be my baby.
Happy Birthday, RoundBoy!
With all the love in the whole wide world,