Our Daughter
UNLESS THE LORD BUILDS THE HOUSE, ITS BUILDERS LABOR IN VAIN. PSALM 127:1a
Saturday, June 21, 2008
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Not flesh of my flesh, Nor bone of my bone.
But still miraculously my own,
Never forget for a single minute,
You didn't grow under my heart, but in it.
Fleur Conkling Heylinger
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