There is something almost magical that happens the first time you hold a baby that you know has some of your genes in them. The first time I held my nephew this month I felt my world stop and for several minutes nothing existed but the life breathing inside of my arms. Every line, hair, and tiny baby wrinkle stole my gaze as I stared fascinated and in love with Amachai. His face was so soft that my lips continuously found their home on his cheeks and little button nose. His dimpled hands were surrounded by mine and brought to my own cheeks to hold there as I closed my tear-filled eyes. My little Amachai.
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Hi Nickie.
So nice to hear from you. BLogs are great. But lately they don't want to pu load my pictures. I think it's a blog problem... i read a bit on line. So we wait patiently.
It sure was nice seeing your mom and dad and brother a while back. Hey you should come with them in Sept. We are having 4 days of tent meetings.
Kids are doing great.. growing like weeds... and loving God. That's the best part.
Blessings...and love to all your family.
Take Care,
Sarah Albano
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