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It was a good day. A delightful weekend. A birthday that marked a shift in my guy. A subtle shift that I haven't quite put my finger on, yet lovely none the less.
He was celebrated by family and friends.
He was loved.
He was reminded that we are all so glad he is a part of our family.
Now the eight year old adventure begins...
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