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Birthday Boy

 

This is my favorite all-time photo of my precious Dalton.  Tomorrow he turns 14!  Almost a man!  Yes, and where has the time gone?  Abraham Lincoln once said, "And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count.  It's the life in your years."  We've had some real live-wire moments together and learned much from each other.  Yet, as a mother, I feel there is so much more you need to know.  There's so much more I need to tell you.  Ah, but there is so little time.

Papa measured all the boys this morning and guess who has grown the most in recent months - you got it - Dalton.  It won't be long before he passes all the others in a trail of dust.



A Prayer for a Boy

May the Lord keep you safe from all harm and hurting
May He guide you gently and keep you smiling
May He always remind you of what is good and right
May He give you grace to accept what you must, and 
His perfect wisdom to know when to really fight.

Happy Birthday, little buddy.  I know you aren't little any more. 

Mama

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  1. Aunt VickiAugust 12, 2011 at 4:23 AM

    Happy Birthday, Dalton! The photo is great, Michele!

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  2. Betsy de CruzAugust 16, 2011 at 6:09 AM

    I love your picture of your boy! Mine just turned 14 too. You're right, they're not little anymore. I hope you enjoy yours as much as I enjoy mine!

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