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Today's edition features the third 1st birthday story I've written in a couple of months. It made me think of when my kids were born, and how quick they grew up.
I remember holding each of them for the first time, and a great feeling of joy, followed by a heavy feeling of responsibility swept over me.
Then, in what seemed like a matter of weeks, they were grown, and I was giving them away to start their own families. Holding my grand children for the first time was great. I remember laughing out loud from sheer happiness with all of them, and that responsibility thing never hit me with them. They're all such cool small people! Anyway, this is just my way of saying I love babies, even if some of them are afraid of my beard!
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