September 16, 1994. A little star was lit.
Each time I think of my youngest daughter, I glean a reflection of Christ.
She constantly reminds me that she's no longer a baby.
True that.
September 16, 1994. A little star was lit.
Each time I think of my youngest daughter, I glean a reflection of Christ.
She constantly reminds me that she's no longer a baby.
True that.
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