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March 13, 2003 - 6:22 a.m.

Happy Birthday

Son1 is eighteen years old today.

Eighteen years ago I held a tightly wrapped little ten pound boy with a nose pushed flat from 2 days of labor. He had dark hair and all his fingers, and wide open eyes that quietly took in everything. They gave me a little bottle of water for him, and he squeaked when he drank it. I couldn't believe he was really mine.

Of course they're not really ours, we just steer them in the right direction until they grow.

Happy Birthday, Son1

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