You are a laughing breeze that blows in our hearts. Your sister called you "Chewey", your brother called you "the Tank". As the years rushed by we watched you grow from toys to Laser Sailboats and big Jeeps. It seems like only yesterday that you were off to Kinder-garten carrying your little yellow lunch box,

and now it's football games and the Senior Prom and tomorrow college starts. You have chosen your friends well and have made us proud in all that you do. The fate of our nation is in good hands because there will be men like you who honor America and hold our freedoms dear. We have watched you grow to a fine young man, a wondrous "Gift from God", who has brought joy
and laughter to our lives.

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