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This is dedicated to my granddaughter Amaya, I did not get too see her after her fourth months of life. It took us two years to see her again...and the first person she hugged was me... she luv her daddy, second mom and her sissy's yet I believe the dream I had of her before she was formed gives us a connection and bond to this day.....!
Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord,
the fruit of the womb a reward.
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior
are the children of one's youth.
Blessed is the man
who fills his quiver with them!
He shall not be put to shame
when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.
the fruit of the womb a reward.
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior
are the children of one's youth.
Blessed is the man
who fills his quiver with them!
He shall not be put to shame
when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.
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ReplyDeleteMy grannie Amaya, looked me up and down the last time I saw her... She had curious smile on her face! She said looking up from the side of me "I going to be tall like u nanna I'm going to be tall! I said yes you're going to be tall..."I stated do you want to be tall....she YES just like you nanna I laughed and said then you will..." I luv my Amaya!
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