Our Daughter
UNLESS THE LORD BUILDS THE HOUSE, ITS BUILDERS LABOR IN VAIN. PSALM 127:1a
Sunday, December 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
1 comment:
Merry Christmas to you!
Julianna seems to be settling in very nicely. :)
Bet it's going to be a fun morning at your house! Can't believe it's 5:19 and our kids are still sleeping.
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