“I must learn to love the fool in me the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries.”
Awie, I’m so proud of you! Love, Mama
My son is a wonderful blessing, a treasure from above. He’s laughter, warmth and special charm; He’s thoughtfulness and love
My son brings a special joy that comes from deep inside. And as he grows to manhood, he fills your heart with pride.
With every year that passes, he’s more special than before. Through every stage, through every age, I love him even more.
No words can describe the warm memories, the pride and gratitude, too. That comes from having a son to love and to cherish…just like you!