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When I look at him, I see all that I've missed. He is still small, but I am only left to wonder for the other details.
A son of my own. Sometimes it hardly feels real. Even though we've hardly been home long enough for it to sink in.
My son...
It is a better festival than I could have ever asked for. The first, in a long time.
When I look at him, I see all that I've missed. He is still small, but I am only left to wonder for the other details.
A son of my own. Sometimes it hardly feels real. Even though we've hardly been home long enough for it to sink in.
My son...
It is a better festival than I could have ever asked for. The first, in a long time.
