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What a week

These are my children. I love them all so, they will never know! They light up my days and give me the strength to carry on. I will always be on their side and stand up for what is right!

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aunt paula and uncle bob Says:
October 4th, 2009 at 9:27 pm
WOW!! Look at those smiles and bright eyes. They are waiting for all the joys that the world has to offer. Are they really the children of our family, or little angels sent from heaven? Well, I am sure they are both..Thank you Lord for Preston, Lily and Luke.

Our Love to You
Aunt Paula and Uncle Bob

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