Mark, you're no longer my little boy, instead you are a man, but I'll always hold you in my heart though I no longer hold your hand. Shannon, I hope you know what you mean to me, even though at first I didn't know how precious you would be. As the love you have for Mark blossoms, blooms and grows... I see a beautiful flower garden and you, the perfect rose. This is a prayer for both of you, that God will be your guide, that He will grant you peace and love and in your home abide. Be each other's tower of strength and dry the other's tears. May God give you much happiness throughout the coming years.
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