Feels like home!

 My sweet little bug, I wrote you this silly note right after we met. I know it hasn't been an easy ride but I am thankful everyday you had the patience and steadfastness to wait for me. You never waivered and you have never, ever led me wrong. I trust you implicitly. I have never known the feeling of being accepted for who I just am not who I could be or should be. Thank you for giving me that and giving me a safe home from which to plan and dream and do the rest of my life, and our lives. Love you, baby boy! 

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