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| Josiah |
Right around the time I had Josiah my mom gave me a clock with the last four lines of this poem on it. I had no idea that there was more to the poem. After having four babies, I am realizing just how quickly they grow. Everyday seems the same, but every day is just a little bit different from the day before. I am thankful they are all growing just as the Father designed them to. It really is bitter sweet.
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