their eighth, her seventh
his innocent discovery that a rock can write...
my watching and waiting for the wings to spread and fly...
her routine of a little tea and apple in the morning
our comfort, safety and freedom of home
celebrating the red, white and blue
right from the front porch...
as our thoughts and prayers are with a young woman labouring in the night
another baby, another mother...another grandma...
a little more family
life to love
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