A Letter to My Baby on His 18th Birthday
To sweet Sam, my gas mask wearing dalmatian baby, now a 6 foot 4 inch boy-man with the same mischievous grin, happy birthday! Eighteen years ago today you came into our world, fists clenched, red faced and hollering. The nurses took one look at all 9 pounds, 15 ounces...
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