On the eve of your very first birthday, I find myself categorizing, organizing and filing away the memories and pictures in my mind of your amazing year of firsts. I am carefully filing all these away in a bright, shiny, golden box. I put it gently on the shelf in my mind to pull out at a later date. This week I have also been stashing away a few tears here and a few tears there, making sure to hide them so no one finds them. Because they are not tears of sadness but tears of pride and joy. Enjoy your last sleep as a baby.
Love,
Mama
2 comments:
ahh now i have tears! Happy Birthday Sully!
Me,too...I can hardly see. Love you so much, Sully.
Love,
Gramma Subes
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