My Son

Not long ago, my curly-locked hair little boy ran around with deep brown eyes and touched my heart each time he looked up at me.

And then I blinked, and before I knew it, this little boy turned into a strapping young man with a heart as pure as gold, and my core still flutters every time I gaze up at him.

Happy Birthday, son. I love you.

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  1. Deborah Hulen

    Happy birthday to Daniel. He looked much like you at that age.

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