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Thank you, John, for...

...lifting my heart when I need a smile.
...blessing my life with love.
...sharing dreams with me.
...understanding my heart.
...making me feel valuable and cared for.
...taking time to listen to me.
...being a great dad to your children.

And that is why I love you. Today I want to wish you a
HAPPY 37th BIRTHDAY!!!

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Anonymous said…
Tell him "Happy Birthday, Bro. John!" from me, too, please! =]
He can reminisce his years teaching school in SOBOVA.
~Lez
Anonymous said…
Okay, Laura, I have to tease you...time to update! I look forward to your new news!=]
~Lez

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