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  • This is my son. Boy is his nickname. He's almost 8. When he was born I realized that I had bought stock in the future.

    No matter how snippy I am, how loud I yell at him to get his shoes on, how grumpy I am in the morning, he always has a smile for me.

    He has begun randomly telling me he loves me. In grocery stores, the car, at karate class - small reminders that someone thinks I'm special.

    He has changed me and his love can help me change the world.
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