Blurry pictures seem to symbolize the blur of the years that passed so quickly. Emotion fills my soul as I think about the joys of raising a boy. Especially one so wise. Trust that the gifts he has bestowed will return to him tenfold.
|How did he know where to find me in the crowd?|
|Proud of his accomplishment|
|Finding anyone in the crowd seemed miraculous. Yet, we found all the ones that count.|
|A group of friends together|