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Part of moving has been saying good bye. I'm not a fan. Can they add that to Face Book..."not a fan"...Why is it that change has also got to include saying good bye? Well, before I left I had some time with my girls teaching them to decorate cakes along with Brittany (pictured above in the middle). We worked together as Sisters in Christ, teaching these girls a few skills and I will always have a special place in my heart for Brittany. Thanks sweetheart. One thing I will miss most of all...pink frosting. Really can't remember the last time my boys whipped up some pink frosting like this. Army-Khaki frosting just isn't the same. Thanks girls, for giving me the chance to be a mom-figure to some girlie girls.
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Cake. Ahhh. I feel the same way.
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We had a million more pictures, but this one says it all. I think for a first cake, it turned out adorable. Note to self..."always smile when thinking of my girls..."
Love you guys. What did I always say at the end of activities? "Love you guys. Don't forget to wear your smile and be a good example." There you go.
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Big hugs forever!
2 comments:
boy, what can i say,
I know what moving and leaving a group like that is like.
Hard times..
I never in all this discovered how far you moved. I know where you were,
Where did you move farther away?..
I feel the same way about my achievement girls.
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