Yet, we all know, it didn't just happen. It's been 12 years and he's growing into a big boy, getting ready for jr. high next year and I'm sure, before I know it, he'll stop calling me mommy and start muttering names under his breath. But, for now at least, I'm still blessed with a sweet, gentle boy who tries so very hard to take care of everyone around him. It may be his birthday but I am, by far, the one most lucky and blessed.
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Adam is a sweet boy. I remember watching him w/your keys, loading things into your trunk when you came to scrap at my house ... and thinking bless him for being so helpful and being impressed with how he just takes charge, like it's nothing.
And he seemed so sweet with us today ... it's like he knows in his heart he's doing something for you and it makes him happy.
You post all the time how proud you are of him. I'm proud of you.
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