Michael is 11 months old, and I can't believe it.
Every time I think of him, I remember the baby that I brought home.
I love his little hands, and his little feet.
But thoughts of him growing up, are haunting me.
I love every moment I spend with him.
He has a kind soul, and a gentle heart.
His love is pure.
I want to be with him, every step of the way.
He has grown to be a very smart child.
Michael Loves To Dance And Sing.
We Dance ALL Day If We Can.
He loves spending time with mommy, But loves when daddy comes to visit.
I love my little Monkey.
Forever.
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