This year we started Nate's third soccer season. He is doing much better at participating and almost scored a goal at our last game!
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Welcome to The World According to Nathan!
I decided to create this blog as a sort of "journal" for Nathan. I do not have the time or the inclination to put together a scrapbook for him. I am just not creative! We have photo albums for him but it is just not as personal. Thank you Lindsey for the wonderful blog idea!
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In My Son's Eyes
In my son's eyes, I am a hero.
I am strong an' wise,
And I know no fear.
But the truth is plain to see:
He was sent to rescue me,
I see who I want to be, in my son's eyes.
In my son's eyes, everyone is equal,
Darkness turns to light,
And the world is at peace.
This miracle God gave to me,
Gives me strength when I am weak.
I find reason to believe, in my son's eyes.
And when he wraps his hand around my finger,
Oh, it puts a smile in my heart.
Everything becomes a little clearer.
I realize what life is all about.
It's hanging on when your heart has had enough;
It's giving more when you feel like giving up.
I've seen the light: it's in my son's eyes.
In my son's eyes, I can see the future.
A reflection of who I am,
And what will be.
And though he'll grow and, some day, leave:
Maybe raise a family,
When I'm gone, I hope you'll see,
How happy he made me,
For I'll be there, in my son's eyes.
Author: Martina McBride
In my son's eyes, I am a hero.
I am strong an' wise,
And I know no fear.
But the truth is plain to see:
He was sent to rescue me,
I see who I want to be, in my son's eyes.
In my son's eyes, everyone is equal,
Darkness turns to light,
And the world is at peace.
This miracle God gave to me,
Gives me strength when I am weak.
I find reason to believe, in my son's eyes.
And when he wraps his hand around my finger,
Oh, it puts a smile in my heart.
Everything becomes a little clearer.
I realize what life is all about.
It's hanging on when your heart has had enough;
It's giving more when you feel like giving up.
I've seen the light: it's in my son's eyes.
In my son's eyes, I can see the future.
A reflection of who I am,
And what will be.
And though he'll grow and, some day, leave:
Maybe raise a family,
When I'm gone, I hope you'll see,
How happy he made me,
For I'll be there, in my son's eyes.
Author: Martina McBride
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