well Mitchell is 12 and the end of the world didn't come. I was sure it would but it didn't. He survived a birthday cake, a birthday pie and 12 wacks on the fanny from daddy. I can't beleive it's been 12 years since they handed me that beautiful baby that looked like he's been run over by a mack truck. He's turned into an amazing young man, patient, tollerant, loving, i could go on all day. I couldn't have asked for a better son.
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