There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy dwelling places of the Most High.
God is in the midst of her, she will not be moved; God will help her when morning dawns.
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you're not a stalker."
How precious! I love her little pink bow.
Don’t you just love those moments? How sweet.
Seriously, tell Bri to stop getting so big. My goodness she is growing up too quickly.
Looks like you need to buy Daddy’s little helper her own tool set for Christmas 🙂
Her hair is getting so long! so cute!
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I just made a new blog and I am looking for a good story of mothers being a mother, if you have one stop by and let me know. I would like to post it on my web pages on drunk dreamer8 and mommy roars page.
Thanks
C. Apana