And now he's turning 9.
No longer the youngest.
No longer a baby.
No longer anything but a growing boy grabbing life by the horns and riding into the pre-teen years.
Happy birthday, Logan. You are loved!
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Happy Birthday, Logan!
Tomorrow, my Logan will turn 9. Nine. Seriously ... I am not ready for this. See, even though he is now floating in the middle of a sea of seven, for a long, long while he was the youngest. My baby. The last of the Mohicans, as we affectionately called him.
And now he's turning 9.
No longer the youngest.
No longer a baby.
No longer anything but a growing boy grabbing life by the horns and riding into the pre-teen years.
And now he's turning 9.
No longer the youngest.
No longer a baby.
No longer anything but a growing boy grabbing life by the horns and riding into the pre-teen years.
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