It started out with an epic fail in the motherhood department, however, when my sensitive poet of a nine year old came to my bedside at 6 a.m. and I was too groggy to realize he was greeting me with a beautiful card he had made. Needless to say, I felt like a heel when I was awake enough to realize I sent him away and even now I am terrified it will leave some type of permanent damage.
John did a beautiful job with a family dedication during church (which I plan to copy down here soon) and then we went to mom and dad's for the afternoon.
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