It was this day 1 year ago at 7.38 pm when a little soldier was born and we named him Maxwell. It has been but a mere year since you entered our lives and turned everything upside down. Our lives suddenly had a new meaning, new coordinates for the journey.

Although year is a short time in a young man’s life, it has been this year that has taught you and us so much. But just remember that life is a storm, my young friend. You will bask in the sunlight one moment, be shattered on the rocks the next. What makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes. You must look into that storm and shout as you did in Rome. Do your worst, for I will do mine! Then the fates will know you as we know you.

It will be a long fruitful journey my son, but have no fear. Your mother and I will look after you and make sure you get the best of every step. Happy birthday my son.