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Wow, you guys are bringing back beautiful memories.
I was there when she was born; held that most beautiful thing in the world; a perfect face surrounded by a mop of curly black hair.
Learning to crawl; learning to walk, must have taken a gazillion pictures. Walks in the woods, sliding in the winter, T-Ball, camping, museums, teaching her to pitch, teaching her to drive; hour after hour on the ball field. Watched her come in to high school and make the team; watched her walk down the aisle four years later. And this summer was there again, holding with pride the first great-grandson (with no hair!).
WMB
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