like a footprint in the sand washed away by the ocean, so the last twelve years have vanished.
from baby powder fresh to a soft musky smell, time promises manhood on the brink of tomorrow.
but, for today, you still wake up my boy.
and, i'm holding on to each moment,
not knowing whether today will be the last that i recognize the little boy in your face.
your eyes still hold the same kind of thoughtful. i think they always will.
a thoughtful of others, always concerned about their hearts.
at two, you asked your entire class if they knew Jesus, and today you share Him with your teammates.
your laughter is rich, full of joy, and contagious in the best way.
i laugh the hardest when we laugh together.
you're a treasure to me and your Daddy, and have been since the moment we knew of your coming.
we know the past twelve years have only been a glimpse of the wonderful years to come.
we love you!
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