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16 Years Ago...

16 years ago, this very night, I was marveling (and, okay, incredibly a bit overwhelmed) at the adorable little, 2 day old creature in my arms, that I had just taken home from the hospital.

He was so cute. So tiny. So needy. So wonderful. (And overwhelming...)

16 years later, that little dude is still so cute, he's much less tiny, much less needy and even more wonderful than I could ever imagine he'd be. (And, still a bit overwhelming...)

He is kind, he is smart, he is awesome with kids, he is an incredible athlete, he's a hard worker (when he wants to be), and he's got a soft heart. I love him so much and am so proud of the young man he is becoming.

I thank God everyday for bringing that little creature into my life. Sure, the circumstances weren't ideal, but his arrival in my world changed my life for the better...a million times over.

Pal, I am so amazingly proud of you. Of your accomplishments. The responsibility to you show. Your sense of humor. How enjoyable you are to hang out with. Bear with me in these next years as I know I will stuggle with "letting go". I only want the best for you, because YOU deserve NOTHING but the best!!!

I love you to the moon and back..."I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, As long as I'm living, My baby you'll be."

Happy 16th Birthday, da best.


  1. Happy Belated Birthday to your Pal! My youngest is just one today, and I look at your pictures of Pal and think to myself, "There is no way my baby will EVER be 16 and that big!" Yet, I know the day is coming, and while I'm not there yet, I can feel your 'pain' about letting go!

  2. I cannot read that book without BAWLING like a baby!


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