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Eleven

On your 11th Birthday, bigger the cake, more the candles, bigger the wish. Wish you a wonderful 11th Birthday.

Another birthday and you are getting older, I promise this will be the last one we have to wait to celebrate on, I promise that, there are things here for you as their always are and nothing and nobody can change that, I just hope that you haven't grown to old or changed too much to enjoy them, you are and always have been my little boy and nothing your mother has said or done will ever change that, you may not be here to say happy birthday to but every year I make sure your birthday is noted and this year is no exception, i still cannot belive how big you have gotten and how old you have become, soon you won't even be my little boy you'll be a teenager and then a man, and I hope one day you can understand all this... but for today I only wish one thing... Happy birthday and that you enjoy it no matter what you are doing, I miss you very much and wish i was there to celebrate today with you, soon enough.. happy birthday My little man. for today there is no anger, their is nothing but the fact that I have a son and he just turned 11 and he is the most awesome thing that has ever happened in my life period. that will never change.

Current Mood: Sad.
When we're together or when we're apart, you're first in my thoughts and first in my heart.

Today you're ELEVEN, you're growing everyday. Soon you'll be all grown up. Wish you all the success and pleasure in life. HAPPY 11th BIRTHDAY!

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