Sam as a Baby

Sixteen short years ago, he made me a mother.

Now he has a driver’s license.

And an adorable girlfriend.

And a wicked sense of humor.

And a killer smile.

The world is his for the taking.

Hug your babies, Mamas.

And don’t blink.

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  1. Ahhh, starting the day with weeping. A wonderful picture video of those I love set to music…my very most fave. Love you, awesome mom. Love this tribute to your beautiful boy.

  2. Happy Birthday Sam! Let me know when you’re coming to Indy so I can stay off the roads!? Ha!
    Have fun with your new Freedom!
    Love ya Sam!

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