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Tuesday, October 04, 2005

16? Say It Isn't So!

My baby boy is 16 years old today. Once he called Daddy's moustache a "mushbash". Once he could jump with ease from playing pirates with his buddy Kyle to playing Barbies with his sisters. Now, he's asking a girl to the Homecoming dance and asking me to go suit and corsage shopping with him. Once he lived just under my heart. For sixteen years, he's lived IN it. His date of birth became one of his nicknames; "Ten-Four, Good Buddy." Happy Birthday Grommet. You may be growing up, but just remember, you'll always be my baby. And my favorite surf-bud.

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