Jul 22, 2010

Matty my boy.

My son Matty a few years ago at cayton bay



























I am really proud of my son Matthew and how he behaves and his relationship with family and myself.


Children grow up and they live a life
their own life.
A life unlike mine
they treasure own life, that is tough and is lived is my son Matthews life.
My prayer is he will grow to know the lord!
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Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
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