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Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Kids

Up until last week, the only Abigail that I had much to do with has been the furry white goat on the top of our seminary hill.
Then along came this beauty. (Sorry, I do have an infatuation with pictures of crying babies)

She was born to my sister, Veronica, and I have to say it's really quite difficult not being there. I remember the same feelings when Abigail's older brother was born almost five years ago.

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