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Holding Your Tiny Hands {Cody}

{Holding Your Tiny Hands}{Cody} 

 

 

My dearest son,

 

I remember when you was born at 12:30 p.m. December 17 

 

And then the doctor's laid you on my chest and as I wrapped you up in my arms and kissing your small tiny hands and face as the happy tears flowed down my cheeks 

 

And then I started to count your small fingers and toes making sure all of them was there 

 

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