A mother always remembers
Every phase of a son's growing up
From the time you played in the yard
Much like a happy little pup.
The todder years went zooming past
And soon you were a teen
With each day filled with promise
And now you are sixteen!
I pray for you a future
Full of joy and happiness
For if you find in life contentment
Then you will have found success!
He said he kept hearing "rain" (it was a balloon trapped by the air vent running up and down the window blinds) and was bummed because it was raining on his birthday. Then he thought he had ants or something crawling on his face (the strings) and kept swatting at it. He didn't catch on until he heard the noise from my camera focusing (from the doorway). That was so much fun for me. :-)
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