My boy is nine.
Nine years of happy.
Nine years of energy.
Nine years of blondie blue eyed bliss.
Nine years of someone teaching me how to be an optimist.
Nine years of someone looking, searching and praying for fun.
Fun rubs off on you.
Nine years is a lot of ups and downs.
A lot of lessons for a mom to learn.
A lot of hugs and kisses to give and receive.
I am one lucky person: you are mine.
Happy birthday, beautiful son.
(I would pick you every time.)
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