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| March 1, 1995 |
His First Birthday.
Happy 17th Birthday to My Young Man.
Love,
Kim
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2 comments:
What a precious face! Happy birthday to your young hockey/golf playing young man!
What did he want for his birthday meal?
So sweet! We must remember those soft little faces; as men, they come to look so different on the outside, but our little sweethearts still live in there somewhere. If we are very, very lucky, they come back to visit us in the form of grandsons!
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