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| I have felt like a beggar before my generous Father. I have felt needy for His grace. My fingers have been outstretched as I reach for Him. | 
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| My kids have grown.  The heat is coming. The 
Bougainvilleas are in bloom | 
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| Zana lady has been loved by her brother. There love is growing most days. | 
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| The box a la commode remains a highlight. Here is Abe flying the friendly skies with Porcelain Planes. He is a little flush but that is just the heat. | 
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| We continue to be foreigners.  Here men watch us picnic. Notice they are also taking photos. I think Chad looks a little like Matt Damon. They had him confused for a movie star. | 
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| Can you find Abe?  He's there. I am growing in an independent! | 
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| So returns the conquering toddler. When does he switch to preschooler? | 
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| If ever I say I've seen it all you will know I am in heaven and blogging from there. Till then life remains, gloriously, unexpected. | 
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| Who needs a toilet box when you have a toy container. She is outgrowing it though. | 
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| Zana has picked up some habits from a parent. | 
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| All is peaceful here. | 
 
How cute are they???!! Precious. Glad to see some grass around and open spaces.
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