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Double Digits

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Dear Joseph,

A couple days ago you turned ten. 10. A decade. Double digits. Your teenage years are just on the horizon.

This year you have gone through more than any child should. Bullying that wasn’t stopped. Adults that wouldn’t listen. Police. Hospitals. A school change. All on top of the challenges you already face.

You’ve come through it all intact, with integrity, doing the work, and I am so very proud of you.

May the next decade bring you more growth and lessons you learn from, ease in yourself, knowledge of love, and a kernel of wisdom.

I love you.

Mom

P.S.  Clean your room.

Happy Birthday, Logan

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I’m not sure what to say to you on your 6th birthday… You’re quite a character.

Everything you like… “It’s my Favorite!” Even if you said that about something else not a minute prior.

You’re giving. You’re loving. You’re sneaky… Stop sneaking into your brother’s room to steal his toys in the night, son! And what’s with eating the Splenda? You’re so very smart. You’re cute, and funny, and kind.

When they took you away when you were a day old and put you in the NICU, I didn’t know if you would live through the night. I knew nothing. But Oh, son.

You’re a joy and a terror. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Now, please stop getting up before 6am.

logan

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Birthday Boy

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Dear Joseph…

Today, at around 4:35 am, you turned 8 years old. You know as well as I do that the last couple of years have been rough on us, my boy. But – we’re slowly getting through it.

I’m your mom. I love you. I always will. And yes, more than chocolate cake.

As I think back over the last 8 years, it’s hard to believe that it’s really been that long. I remember trying to get you to sleep – I remember that the only thing that ever worked was rocking, patting your back hard, and singing. There was something about the vibrations that did it for you. That lasted until you were two, and you finally started being able to go to sleep all on your own.

I watch you hop on your own into bed, with your own configuration of blankets, and go straight to sleep. I wish I could do the same. Somewhere along the way I did something right.

JoJo, you’re a highly intelligent boy. May you learn to use discretion with your intelligence, and find your path unique to you. May you learn to truly love what you do – no matter what it is. May you always know that I love you more than chocolate cake, even when you’re driving me up the ever-loving wall.

Here’s some pics to show how far you’ve come.

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Later in the day that you were born 8 years ago.

Biiiiig yawns - Joseph

About 2 weeks old. Yeah that’s a sock on your hand – wicked fingernails, and I didn’t have the courage to cut them yet.

Dad Argo & Joseph - 6/10/00

Papa is slightly terrified of the screaming.

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You and me, kid.

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What?

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The big second grader.

You’ve changed so much. Every day. I can’t slow it down. But I love you. Know that. I’m so very proud of you and all your hard work in the last couple of years.

Happy 8th birthday, sun son.

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