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| Oh my growing-up boy. He's eleven, now. |
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| But he's only eleven. |
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| His mind is still open (and may it stay that way!). |
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| His dreams are still guiding him. And so is his blossoming heart. |
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| First one side... |
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| ...then the other... |
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| ...leaving one for his love. ;-) |
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| Bonus photo, because I like it so: One lovely Pappa presenting a cake. |
Mmmmm. So lovely.
ReplyDeleteSweet smile on your sweet boy. Too soon they grow.