Eight, eight O eight. Eight o clock in the morning. Our lives will never be the same.
Five years since we saw your striking face. Fascinated by your every move.
Three siblings following in their own seasons. Each reacting with their own unique voice.
Two parents humbled by the grace shown in birth. Both prouder than can be expressed.
One. Only one Enoh Daniel Bohall.
Happy Birthday!
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