This is 23

My mom has told me me over the years that the place you hold for your first born is just different. Not better. Not bigger. Not more important. But different. 

And she's right. 

It's something that I can't put into words. It's an intangible. 

Maxwell is my first born. He's the first person that was truly a part of me, but that came into this world after me. We'll be connected in that way forever. It's not more love. It's just first love. 

Happy 23rd birthday, my boy. You bring a joy and sweetness to life that is beyond compare. 

Love, 

Mom 



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  1. Max was my first grandson and I was there to wheel him with his dad to get his first bath and check up, I was lucky to have him close to me for his first two years and we bonded like two old friends.
    Then he started following his dad and family all over the world and I told him “ no matter where you are I will come and visit you” and I have kept that promise.
    Happy Birthday
    GRANDPA

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