
Sons are an heritage from the LORD, children a reward from him. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are sons born in one's youth. Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. PS 127:3-5a
Thursday, June 14, 2007
We have had our crib for an embarrassing long time, and this happened for the first time Tuesday...
The photograph did not turn out as well as I hoped. I could not get high enough, so let me explain. In the left corner is Julianna, sound asleep, in the right corner is a cat, and not just any cat, the cat that Julianna is afraid of, the one that has bitten me three times since we got back from China. It was a frightening sight. Fortunately, she has not done it again.

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Adorable picture. Amen! Does this mean she is sleeping in her own bed at night ... alone?
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