This is dedicated

... to my son. He's always surprising me with the wonder of insight and compassion. There are days when I feel like I've done nothing right. Then, I come home.


Proud - Steven Curtis Chapman

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  1. AnonymousDecember 18, 2008 at 1:04 AM

    He's a good apple....and apples don't fall far from their mommy trees! You should be proud that you have raised such a sweet boy!

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  2. TopSurfDecember 18, 2008 at 3:16 AM

    Blessed.....you are both blessed to have each other.

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  3. AnonymousDecember 18, 2008 at 9:10 AM

    I would love to have a copy of that song. I have two sons I am rather proud of myself.

    This year...well, they need to hear it. And what better way than in song from Steven Curtis Chapman.

    sobbing....

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  4. bronsontDecember 18, 2008 at 3:48 PM

    It takes a lot of work, but children can truly be a blessing. :)

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  5. Devyl GyrlDecember 22, 2008 at 10:53 AM

    Aren't children amazing!?

    xo

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