31 December 2011

To my grandson...

Remember when everyone celebrates the ball coming down in Times Square that they are all cheering that you were born 15 years ago and they're celebrating what a fine man you are becoming...thank you for entering all of our lives. You are loved, very much.

Thanks for being you.

Grandpa

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