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Like son, like father


22 years ago it was one my happiest days in my life, at 10:34 a.m. I was at the operating room recording on video one of the most incredible and mysterious God’s miracles, the miracle of life. I was listening to the first live exclamations of my first son, Jose Alejandro. He was so innocent, so small, so fragile and all he wanted it was to be loved, and guess what, babies grow... Look at him now. We have been talking all day long, and we are going to have diner to celebrate his birthday. Happy birtday my beloved son!
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  1. Brian VasilOctober 23, 2007 at 4:13 PM

    Arturo,

    So happy that you get to spend such a great time with your son. You've more than earned it! Take your time and soak it all in...enjoy!

    Brian

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  2. AnonymousOctober 23, 2007 at 11:01 PM

    Beautifull pictures... Muy guapos los dos...
    Besos...

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