My precious boy,
You’re only a year old, and the only girl you have on your mind is your Mama. (And she’s ok to keep it that way.) Last night, your dad and I were reminiscing about our 12-year dating anniversary. Twelve years is a long time, and we’re stronger than ever. I hope you can have a happy relationship like this one day.
Now, while your Dad sets a great example in pretty much every area of life, I ask that you don’t date a girl like he did me. And if they let you, don’t marry them, because they have zero common sense and are likely not thinking straight because of your striking good looks.