* For my boy, Brandon, now 32 years old with kids of his own ... I love you so much, and I'm proud of what a big heart you have. *
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They say ... That babies don't smile You were SO big when you were born - 11lbs 3ozs And being VBAC, you had been through a lot in the birth canal So you looked like a prize fighter after a heavyweight bout Red and purple and bruised-looking, eyes squinted You made no sounds, though ... No crying or newborn complaints of any kind You were as calm and peaceful as if you'd done it a hundred times Like it was just another "first day of life" They weighed you, cleaned you up And then gave you to me to hold for the first time They say babies don't smile But you did ... oh, you certainly did You opened your eyes and looked in mine And smiled ... a lasting smile Not a twisted cry or gas or mistaken expression A true smile ... handsome, sweet, rugged And I knew then you were special, very special I knew then that I had witnessed ... A miracle.
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