Last weekend Coop donated blood for the first
time. He liked the idea of being able to
help people. He did NOT like the idea of
that help involving a needle anywhere in his proximity. Despite his anxiety, he charmed the ladies
responsible for the needles, ATE all the snacks, and somehow managed to get a
tour of the back processing area. He left
a pint lighter but gained a t-shirt, gift card, and some kind of multi-tool. He had such fun that he spent the ride home
googling how often you can donate.
Weirdo.
Happy birthday my beautiful boy. I know that you are the one who gets to make
the wishes today, but if I could borrow a candle or two, I’d wish that you
always . . .
. . . be positive of your ability to make
a difference.
. . . be positive that kindness counts,
and the good guy really does win in the end.
. . . be positive that He knows the plans
He has for you.
. . . be positive that your big, big heart
is your most beautiful feature.
I absolutely adore you, Cooper Warren
Dulion, from the top of your head to the tip of those big, hairy toes. Of that
you can always be positive.
More than you’ll ever know,
Mommy