In less than 48 hours his surgery will be over. I can't wait. I've found myself giving him 10 times the kisses of a normal day. And that average was already quite high. He's my cutie. My little buddy. My helper. My jumper. My funny man. My ticklee (I'm the tickler;). I love this little boy and I can't wait until this surgery is behind us and I'm praying it really makes a difference. In the next day I will relish in all the faces my little man makes.
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