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TYLER JAMES (before his birthday in 2005, 3 years old) by Maria Mize
See my muscles? he strikes a pose… Standing in his pajama bottoms flexing his muscles. I smile. His eyes open wide --- There’s a monster in my bedroom! Then he pushes a button on his wrist and he is a Power Ranger with side-kicks and sword. I’ll get that monster, Meema. Later, as we go walking he picks a wildflower for his mama. What about me? And he quickly picks another for me. God bless you, Tyler James.
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