As many of you know, I have an 8-yr old Jeremy from my previous marriage. Jeremy is a wide-eyed, precosious kid with a HUGE heart with an incredible capacity to love. That is just one of the things he got from me, and I am so blessed beacuse of it.
Unfortunately, he also got a few other things from me:
He got (apparently) my height (or lack thereof);
He got my cynicism (which I think is great sometimes, but the kid really needs to learn some "tact.");
He got my asthma. The last gift from me is the curse...Jer can be perfectly fine then go into a wheezing fit. It sucks.
So when you you see the wheezing, short kid who doubts all that is there before him, THAT'S MY BOY.
I am so proud of that little punk!
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