On this day, in a land far, far away (okay - not soooo far away); a little boy was being born. In a small hospital, in a small town, outside his even smaller town. He was the third child to be born to his parents, and thus the recollection of the actual birth is a bit foggy. But, my husband was born thirty five years ago. I thank God for this every day.
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