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Beautiful Family you got going there. Seeing Big Brother lending a hand, got me grining and all goofy with Mommy Memories.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The soul that rises with us,
our life's star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar;
Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come from God, who is our home.
--William Wordsworth
Bless you all. Love them well.
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