All He Wanted Was Us

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Our son turned eleven this week. I started blogging way back when he was only a twinkle in his Daddy’s eye, and now he’s grown up and eleven.
The boy I once wrote was “happiness just out and walking around” has become quieter and deeper. He’s become a lover of history and a voracious reader. He lives in a world which sometimes seems to have conspired to wipe the shiny happiness off of him, and somehow he has managed to hang onto his delight in other people, his gentle and generous heart, and an immense compassion

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