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Dear David,

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You arrived nine years ago.            
Two days late, yet way too early,
Or at least that’s what I thought
at the time when I knew
I could not take care of me,                          
So how could I take care of you?
An 8 lb 10 oz stranger.
I wanted to return you,
But your receipt said
“Final Sale.”

Don’t take that personally,                        
David.
I didn’t know you or me back then.
But sometime along these nine years
With sweat and prayers,            
and family and Faith,
I have grown up…
With your help, of course.
and it has been impossible
to imagine life without you.            

Happy Birthday sweet boy.                        
I’m so glad the receipt was final.

Love, Mommy.






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