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 beautiful strawberries from my sister's garden.



                     Some friends of ours came by and we got to see their new baby. Such a treat!
                         
cute little feet. :-) 




Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward.
Psalm 127:3 













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Carli said…
awww! That little baby is soo precious!! Lovely photos as well. you really have talent!!

-Carli
April 24, 2012 at 5:45 PM
Elizabeth said…
She is a precious baby. It was great to meet her. :-)
Thank you Carli!
April 25, 2012 at 8:57 PM
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