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My daughter’s baby girl turned eight years old yesterday.  I began my morning here on the West coast sitting at my table with a cup of coffee and my iPad…thankful for “Facetime” so I could see her and celebrate this special day with her all the way in the Midwest.  I watched as she happily opened each of the gifts I had sent to her in her “birthday box”.  She was a happy camper.  I so wished I were there for a birthday hug in person.  Those beautiful blue eyes were shining as she said, “thank you, Grandmommy!”   

 

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