. . .when I have this little one peeking at me from around the corner.
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Nest: A place in which to raise one's young. Built with hard persevering work using God's provision.
Cooking and cleaning can wait till tomorrow,
For babies grow up, we've learned to our sorrow.
So settle down cobwebs, dust go to sleep,
I'm nursing my baby and babies don't keep.-Unknown
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Even the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may have her young — a place near your altar, O LORD Almighty, my King and my God.
Psalm 84:3
Psalm 84:3
1 comment:
Henry is growing up so fast. Your mom and dad are right he is so cute you want to eat him. Have to pop in to get a snack.
Love Irene
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