It is hard to believe that a year has passed since you were born. I remember anxiously waiting to hear from your dad that you arrived on the scene. As soon as the text message came through, I was proudly showing you off all around my office.
I didn't get to meet you until your were a month old. You had a meltdown right before I arrived. Your mom was exhausted, but she was able to get you to sleep. Even from the time you were a tiny baby, music has gotten your attention. One of the songs I sang to you on that first trip was a song your Grandma Jones sang to me when I was little.
You are a promise with a capital P
You are a great big bundle of potentiality
And if you'll listen, you'll hear God's voice
And if you're trying, he'll help you make the right choice
You're a promise to be anything He wants you to be
You can go anywhere that he wants you to go
You can be anything that he wants you to be
You can climb the high mountain
You can cross the wide sea
You're a great big promise you see!
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