My brother Carlo. I bless the day you were born. I celebrate you and the strength and winsomeness of your character.
Just like Dad, you are a truly truly good man. Excellent to the core. To the core. Genuine, strong, brave, and true.
There is a reason I call you EAGLE.
I always knew you were destined to SOAR.
You were born for high altitudes and that’s where your character and heart and skill shine brightest.
You inspire me endlessly.
How do you do it?
You are effortlessness personified.
You take everything—no matter how challenging—in stride, or should I say, in wing, in flight.
With ease and precision, you get things done. And flawlessly.
Just like the drumbeats you play. Done and dusted. Eezy breezy too easy.
You must have been born with secret superpowers you’ve never told me about.
But I know your secret: You live a life rooted in unshakeable faith in God. And that is why you soar. You are His Eagle. His stamp and signet ring.
I, your sister, fix my eyes on the horizon and proudly oh so proudly watch you SOAR.
I love you so very much and for always, EAGLE CHEF CARLO HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!