I know it was for me.
Happy birthday to my paramour (a word I stole from you to express that you are so much more than just my “boyfriend”).
I hope that 27 brings you everything you have been imagining the past several years while you’ve been working toward your degree. Now that you’re (finally) done with your master’s degree, and are not just a self-procaimed master of science, I’m excited to see what’s next to come for you (or us, if you would be so kind to let me tag along on the journey).
[ pre-master’s degree — such a fresh-faced young man, blindly unaware of the gray hair that would come in the next few years ]
But promise me that you’ll stay forever cheesy (I’ve met your father. I am not too worried about this).
I love you.