Grade 2: Honor, Pride with Humility

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Lex Ian with his class adviser, Ms. Linn Antonette, and classmates in a recognition ceremony. Today, I am forever a proud stage-mom photo-documenting pieces of his successes. 






















Lex and me. 3.25.2014.

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