Some days are more noteworthy than others and this day is one of those in the Marshall family. My younger daughter's 3rd son was born this day sixteen years ago. I remember going to the hospital to pick up his older brothers to stay with me overnight and then took them with me to my part-time job in Tustin. I gave them paper and pencil to write stories and/or draw pictures while I did my daily routine.
The first time I held him, he felt so small and fragile in my arms. His family decided to move to the high desert shortly after, and I only saw him once or twice after they moved. And just a month plus five days before his 4th birthday, his soul said "Now!" and off he went to his next great adventure.
Happy Birthday, Dylan! You are remembered and loved and remembered and loved and remembered and loved and . . .
Thanks for it all!
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