We as kids in the sixties had the most unbelievable childhood, and we like to hope that we gave our own children and grandchildren the same glorious feelings, memories, experiences and love.
We pray someday that you, our Wee Boy, our precious Grandchild will share at least some of the glories of our own childhoods.
We would really like for you to know about 'hand me down' clothes and homemade ice cream and peanut butter sandwiches.
We hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated.
We hope they learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash the car.
And we really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen.
It will be good if at least one time you can see puppies born and your precious old dog put to sleep.
We hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in.
We hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely.
If you want a slingshot, we hope your Dad teaches you how to make one instead of buying one.
We hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books.
When you learn to use computers, we hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head.
We hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush on a girl, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what ivory soap tastes like.
We hope you cry but not often. It's all right to cry. People cry for all kinds of reasons: when they are hurt, sad, or worried; when they are angry, afraid, or lonely. Or sometimes when they're happy! Big people cry too.
We hope you do the right thing to try. That was scary and hard to do. Even though it wasn't easy, you tried. We are proud of you; you should be too.
May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a stove and stick your tongue on a frozen ice cube.
We don't care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don't like it. And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, we hope you realise he is not your friend.
We sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your Nan and your Guppim and go fishing with your Uncle.
May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays.
We hope your mother punishes you when you throw a cricket ball through your neighbour's window and that she hugs you and kisses you at Christmas time when you give her a plaster mould of your hand.
These things we wish for you - tough times and disappointment, good times and satisfaction, hard work and happiness.
We are right here. We won't leave without saying good-bye. We are watching you. We are so happy and so lucky to be here with you.