I could write my name by the age of three And I don't need anyone to cut my meat for me I'm a big girl now, see my big girl shoes.. It'll take more than a breeze to make me Fall over..fall over..fall overboard.
Welcome to our journal (of sorts) where we talk about life, marriage, and mostly our children; two of whom passed away after birth, and one who found his way into our arms via domestic adoption.
We believe in marriage 'til death do us part, we believe in family, in hope, and in redemption. We believe that we will see the goodness of the Lord while we are here in the land of the living.
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