Monday, September 22, 2008
Charlotte
Charlotte finally let me hold her -- minutes before we left for the airport. She is one, special girl. I watched in amazement as she struggled with her physical obstacles and I thought about the hurdles in my life. Her sweet spirit reminded me of how each one of us are given tests and adversity in different shapes, sizes, and colors. We must never give up. I love you, Charlotte.
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oh man, I wish she smiled with you! I think if you were here longer she'd have been smiling...not crying! he he. Plus if we lived in LOGAN together (hint hint) she'd get used to you and have a great time with your kids and dogs!!! Maybe if you even bought a vacation home out here... that would be almost good enough : )
I'm glad she let you hold her. That one picture of you on Jessica's blog...the one where she's crying and you're holding her tight...kind of funny. She was NOT happy. Vicky's kids were like that when they were young. They've grown out of it and now I'm their favorite :-)
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