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| This is Christopher, my oldest son. He is 17 years old. Chris was blessed with artistic abilities. He can draw anything he looks at. Hopefully, I will be able to add some of his drawings on here. He also wants to join the Marines when he graduates. He has even created a site about the Marines. Let's go meet his brother James. |
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Dear Christopher, Let me try to describe the gift that you have given to me, Although, I believe that will be a major undertaking. Since it is quite difficult to describe in ordinary language. Your arrival 16 years ago was unmistakably Marked with anxious trepidation. The journey you undertook Was not of a scheduled nature, But more of a conscious decision. By far, the finest creative gift was you. For when you emerged into my world, I became reborn With my heart so willing to share its wealth. There you were, a small wonder; a tiny reflection Of combined traits which would ultimately be recreated Into the distinctive person you have become. I never realized that my heart Was so willing to share so much love With a stranger so small and needy. You didn't arrive with instructions It was strictly learn as you go. I remember the first time you crawled Army style on your belly for the longest time. You walked with support for those many months But when it came to taking those first steps, Long after the cake and ice cream that I Really didn't want you to eat. It wasn't until that one day, totally unexpected that You did it all by yourself. From then on, it seemed to get a little bit easier Since you had this great disposition And that smile that went all the way across. You had a little brother on the way. And you became that special big brother That you turned out to be. Sharing and loving Was not something that you had to learn. Even at that young age, You became the teacher. Ever so patient, so caring, so you. To carry on a family trait that you will certainly pass on. As you grew, you obtained a wonderful gift of laughter I offered you the tools to learn and trust and to be a confident person. You showed me that you can be an independent person. That day you climbed on to the enormous, yellow school bus for the first time You looked so small, yet so ready to embark upon a new venture. It rolled down the street And so did those tears in my eyes Not because I was sad but because a new chapter in your life was beginning. You are an intelligent, sensible, affectionate and sympathetic person, Who always seems to be there for those whose lives you touch. You have an extraordinary enthusiasm and passion for learning. You have the ability to communicate your inner most thoughts, Where so many your age do not. I am blessed for that. One day, you will be going off on your own Making decisions that you may not be able to pass by me That will affect your life. You may fall down But I know that you will always pick yourself up And begin again. I never thought that I would look up to someone your age But that has become evident. As you look at us side by side; the bond will not be broken. The stranger that entered my life not so long ago, Has certainly been transformed into a young man. That I am proud to call . . . My son. By Joyce Sousa |
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