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"Beautiful Boy" (Happy Birthday, Sean)



Dear Sean,

Happy Birthday, you "beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy."

We like to listen to this song every now and then before we fall asleep at night -- and think of you, "darling Sean."

Can't wait to see you ride your bike! See you soon . . .

With lots of love,

Grandma Becky
Grandpa Scott

Comments

Anonymous said…
Great slide show for Sean. What a kid.

Aunt Gina
Carrie said…
So fun! Great job! We all loved it. Scott cried:)

He says his favorite picture was him eating cantalope!

Can't wait to see you guys!
Loves!
Scott said…
I just watched it again. I cried too. (Still am.)

xo

Grandpa/Dad

P.S. SO much love . . .

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