What a Difference a Week Makes

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Yes I recall bemoaning the end of Ragdale last Saturday. Yesterday and today, my first success story left her kids with us while she is a brides matron in a college girlfriend’s wedding. Six years old and six weeks old, what a lot of love surrounding me.

I remember being pregnant with my second greatest accomplishment–afraid I couldn’t possibly have any more love left! Silly, of course. But a wonderful way to learn of the infinite measure of love.

Daughters, grandchildren, healthy and happy. I don’t know much for sure. This,  tho, I do. I may be the luckiest person alive.

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