.:Kevin Barbagallo:.

One of the worst things about living on the opposite side of the country is that every visit home is separated by months, and as anyone with little folks scampering around can attest, each of those months might as well be another year when it comes to watching them grow right before our eyes. I can’t go back for the milestones that I’ve missed, every noteworthy “first,” each funny sentence that further illustrates how inside that perfect little head is a developing personality, but that doesn’t mean I still can’t selfishly wish not that you would stop growing, but maybe you could just slow down for a sec for me to catch up. I never thought I’d care for children; I was quite happy being the fabulous gay uncle that blows through town like a nor’easter leaving sassy catchphrases your parents hoped you wouldn’t pick up. And yet, unfortunately, both you and your sister have made the case that perhaps there is enough love in my glittery velvet black heart to maybe one day raise a bouncy lil sunbeam of my own. It is wild to think that today you are two years old, when you simultaneously seen like you were born yesterday yet also have been a constant and I can’t imagine the Barbagallos without our littlest lion cub. Happy birthday my dear nephew, you are too young to realize it now, but thank you for inspiring me to plan for the future. #birthdayboy

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