Popi is slightly older than 21, which means that the actual age needs no mention. I'll just say that for a belated birthday present Popi will sit across from me at the Bean sometime soon. Just me and him. Long overdue. My treat...
Chachi, my 2-year-old Godson, you break my heart with your mischievous little grin and the quiet bits of your budding personality that I feel I completely relate to (maybe it's something to do with being the middle child)...
And Squeaky, who had the audacity to turn 1 without me having spent more than 7 days of his life with him. In your expressive face and big blue eyes, I see one of the kindest souls looking back at me. Come Christmas, plan on being wrapped up in my arms with me silently staring at you (and plan on holding still for that, though I know it will be a challenge for you)...Happy Birthday, my boys. I love you wholeheartedly and achingly from thousands of miles away.
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The love that a Sara blog brings . . . bitter-sweet . . . makes me miss you more :)
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