She was the first to call me "mommy," the first set of angel eyes that were mine. She is growing up too fast. It seems like just yesterday I was holding the tiniest 5 pounds and 5 ounces. Eight years have transpired at lightening speed, and almost half of her time at home is gone (she can stay with me longer if she likes, but they all seem so ready to flee the nest).
John 16:21 When a woman is giving birth, she has sorrow because her hour has come, but when she has delivered the baby, she no longer remembers the anguish, for joy that a human being has been born into the world.
"Angel Eyes"
Thank you Lord for these "Angel Eyes."
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