It wasn't all that long ago that I was standing in the parking lot of LDS Hospital in Salt Lake City trying to wrangle a carseat into the correct position so that Andrew and I would be allowed to take our little Cameron home with us. The strangest feeling in the world was taking him out of the car and into our tiny apartment. I knew it would be a long road, but I had no idea what I was in for. He is now 8 years old and will be baptised in two days. I can't believe how time can fly so quickly and yet, walking into our apartment with that 2 day old baby seems a lifetime ago. I wonder every day how I can shape him into a good, honorable, kind and hard-working man. I think there are failures and successes on my part every day. I love that little boy more today than I did the day he was born. Being responsible for his upbringing is full of frustration and endless trials, but no matter how difficult a day it's been, I still can't go to sleep at night without slipping into his bedroom to kiss his sleeping head. Cameron is our first child, so we are probably messing him up more than any person deserves, but there is so much good in him. All I can hope for and work towards is getting him back where he came from. That is all I want for him.
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Oh, little Cameron... I still remember that day so many years ago - I think he was one or two. I was staying with you and Andy and having a rough time. That sweet little boy walked over to me with a very concerned look and started patting my back. It was as if he was trying to tell me everything would be okay. I think you are definitely doing something right!
Thanks, Natalie!
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