Happy Birthday, baby boy

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Three years ago today, our little Boone was born. This post is just for me to be able to say, "Yes. I remember you sweet baby. You did exist. You were real. We love you, and are so honored to call you ours."

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Jesika said…
Ah....Brings tears to my eyes thinking about his sweet spirit! It's hard to believe it's been 3 years.....My heart is with you and you family on this day! I love you!
February 23, 2008 at 3:37 PM
Kevin and Carrie said…
WOW, I can't believe it's been 3 years. Where has time gone? I remember that time just like it was yesterday. It was crazy. I was getting ready to leave on my mission and all I wanted to do was be with my sister and do anything i could to comfort her. I love you and I pray for you.
February 23, 2008 at 9:47 PM
Danielle said…
I always think of Boone when I see all of the grandkids playing at the prop on the swings and the trampoline and they're all playing right next to him. We love you little Boone!
February 24, 2008 at 7:01 PM
Anonymous said…
I love you sweetie- you are my hero! hugs and kisses, mom
February 25, 2008 at 8:14 PM
The Raguskus Family said…
Emily you are amazing and such a wonderful mother. Boone should be honored also to have such a wonderful mother and family that loves him.
February 27, 2008 at 4:43 PM
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