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
Friday, April 04, 2008
It's really hard this week to not be nostalgic. I went back and read the post for day two of parenthood, which was all about vomit. Poor little thing would not eat and what she did ended up on my pants. Ahh, the memories.
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I have had no problem getting her to eat candy. She loves it and can eat it all day long. I am glad that this week has come for you. It seems like only yesterday that she was comeing home. I am happy for the three of you. Love Don
Thanks to Uncle Don I can now hold Julianna too. He has taught me the lollipop trick and shown me the secret stash. Actually Julianna can show me the secrect stash too. I was wondering...did those pants from a year ago ever come clean???
2 comments:
I have had no problem getting her to eat candy. She loves it and can eat it all day long. I am glad that this week has come for you. It seems like only yesterday that she was comeing home. I am happy for the three of you. Love Don
Thanks to Uncle Don I can now hold Julianna too. He has taught me the lollipop trick and shown me the secret stash. Actually Julianna can show me the secrect stash too. I was wondering...did those pants from a year ago ever come clean???
Love,
Aunt Penny
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