From your first coo, to your first babble, to your first syllable, to your first word, I turned from a boy, to a grown up, to a father, to a man. The maturity of the sounds you made magically blossomed me into what i am. You blessed me with so much in the first year of your life that is enough to last me a lifetime. I hope what I could do for you in this limited time, lasts for you too— til’ we meet again mi amor‘.
til’ we meet again. mi amor’

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