Sunday was Sammy's birthday. We had a huge party. (At least according to Willie. I guess dinner and cupcakes qualifies as a big party.) He's a good kid. He got sick the next day, but hasn't skipped a beat. We knew he was sick when he laid his head on my shoulder and cuddled for 15 minutes in the rocking chair. He's a trooper though. Happy birthday Sammy! Thanks Grandma and Grandpa and Jennie and Brian for coming to the huge party!
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I wish we could have come too. Happy Birthday little Sammy. Your late (as usual) B-Day gift is in the mail. We love you!
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