Tuesday, December 05, 2006

guess who . . .

Guess who fell asleep in my arms again?

That's right . . . Baby Enoch!!  But, now he is one year old!!  What a cutie!!

Baby Enoch is one year old

And, yeah, I still have mommy-longings.   

But, I am delighting in my Savior, for He truly is all I need.  And, I am very thankful He gives me little friends to love on and hold.

Dec 5, 2006 5:32:00 PM | friends

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Leslie

He's adorable!

Posted by: Leslie | Wednesday, December 06, 2006 at 08:47 AM

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