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Oh yeah, and one other little thing I like about Grandpa- the kind of daughter he raised to be my Mom... She's great. I am breaking out the Christmas recipes here, and starting to make some of those special treats she made for us when were little... the orange rolls and Swedish strips are a couple all-time favorites that will always smell and taste like home. And I hope I'll get a Christmas visit with her this year... she's like Santa Claus and a fairy godmother all rolled into one- this lady loves Christmas! I know why. It's because she's all heart; loves giving. And she loves Jesus. Her children are all blessed to never doubt our mother's faith. And she loves us... it all started when we were fat little babies. She adores little people, and I guess by the time we weren't so itty-bitty-adorable anymore it was too late- she was hooked.  :) Oh, and I hope next week I will maybe accomplish as much as she does in an average day. Now that my children are half grown, it's really sinking in how much my own Mom did for us. Alot.
Maybe one day I'll grow up to be a bit more like the amazing lady who gave me life. I can hope, can't I?

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