Gabe,
my boy.
My fierce, wild, wonderful, magical boy.
You are so strong, so soft, so beautiful.
Five years ago you came from me, wet, slippery, smooth and small.
I couldn't believe I had done it.
I had done it!
You were here.
I protected you, nourished you, loved you.
How you have grown.
You keep me on my toes; make sure I don't ever get too comfortable, too complacent.
Ever changing, ever growing.
Gabe,
my boy.
My fierce, wild, wonderful, magical boy.
I love you.
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