He LOVED the gift. He couldn't believe I still had them, and that I had been waiting to be able to give them back.
He got a little choked up, but the damn waiter came and interrupted the gift exchange. He walked up as BF was reading the poem (to himself), and started asking everyone if they needed anything in a loud, boisterous voice. Then he saw the little jerseys and said "They look a bit small for you, birthday boy"... trying to be funny. If the waiter hadn't interrupted, I'm sure BF would have cried. The whole thing was a mess because of the waiter.
However, later he did pull me aside and gave me a huge
hug and told me how much it meant to him.