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He was so small. He was my first. He was so pink. He smelled so new. MY SON! He grew so quickly. His personality soared. His hair was curly. MY SON! He made my heart sing with his first words. His smile, infectious! MY SON! He grew and grew. He made me so proud with every accomplishment. His laughter filled me. MY SON! He took Band. Played Football. Was great at Baseball. He took Art. MY SON! Girls came and went. He got taller and thinner. Pants got bigger and shirts, longer. He cut his curls off. MY SON! He is a young man, now. Still makes me laugh, still smells so new! No longer small, but full of life. MY SON! I don't tell him enough, but I am so proud of who he has become, or the man that he will be. MY SON! My son doesn't care if anyone hears him say that he loves me. He hugs me in front of crowds. He cries when am hurt. Mom loves you, more than you could ever know! MY FIRST, MY SPECIAL ONE, MY SON! |
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