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An Everyday Saint

Although your wife is a catch, you're no slouch yourself, an excellent match, your children are themselves top-shelf. You don't work for the money, you work only for your family, you have yet to receive your fair due, I can't help but have respect for you. To your wife you are a rock, an anchor against the tide, carrying the world on your shoulders, an atlas that will never shrug. To your children you are a guide, a lamppost on the way of life, a warm hand until the fear subsides, I'm quite sure they'll turn out fine. To me you are a hero, thank you for the experiences, that you share with me, the best uncle that you can be. You are my godfather, you do it all, you are a saint, a hero to me.
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ap-beckstead
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Oct 28, 2013
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A.P. Beckstead (2013)

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