12/30/2025
My Son.
My Firstborn.
My Lil King.
Today I look at you the way a father lion looks at his cub from the highest point of the land. Not with pride alone, but with awe. Before you ever knew who you were, I named you Kingston so you would never forget. So when the world speaks loudly, you would still hear your name whispering truth. You are a king.
There is power in you that cannot be taught, only protected, nurtured, and trusted. I see it in the way you observe before you move. In the way your heart leads before your strength does.
You’ve taught me more than you’ll ever know. You taught me patience when I thought I already had it. You taught me that legacy is not built by titles or applause, but by presence.
Remember this, my son. Everything the light touches is not yours to conquer, but yours to care for. Walk with integrity. Stand with compassion. When life feels heavy, remember you are never alone.
Happy birthday,
MY Son.
My Pride.
My Joy.
My Young King.