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:) bday Osip!

At the tipping of the calendar is the last day of the twelfth month of the Roman calendar. In the evening of this is breaking of the new phase of year. This boy, still smaller than me, would say, “Many people are celebrating for this birthday.” He was so sweetly naïve and all the family had that smile to him. Now, he’s grown passed my height and still has that statement. And more nostalgia breaks off my memory bank and this shedding of tears. You are so-more-than-words loved by us. You will always be the family’s baby. We are with you in every prayer. In whatever ways that we have fallen short of, may you find the grace to get back to what is right and make us all calm.

Happy birthday, chinito baby love!

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