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1607. A care package straight from GiGi's heart
1608. Avonlea blowing kisses
1609. Petting a camel
1610. Evening strolls in down town belfast
1611. Blake and Cole throwing sticks for a cute dog named Una
1612. Pink clouds
1613. Ice cream cones filled with animal feed
1614. Cole's expression each time he shouted "he eat it mamma, he eat it" (referring to the goat he was feeding)
1615. Chicken on the grill
1616. Avonlea in the sand box
1617. The boys running from their dad (who happened to have a hose in his hand)
1618. Reading lessons with the boys ("The ordinary parents guide to teaching reading")
1619. Close calls in the water - so thankful for God's protection
1620. Kids piled up in a small car
1621. Daily rides to Seth's (our mechanic) - luckily he lives on our street :)
1622. Cole making Avonlea laugh on a regular basis
1623. Blake counting down the days to things he is looking forward to - the latest, "my cousin's house"
1624. Bean bags, snacks galore, & good friends
1625. Spending time with a friend I miss
1626. Cole - "Dear God, Thank you for mommy's food, daddy's food, blaker's food, coley's food and Avi's food"
1627. A God who hears our prayers - loves us even when we don't even take the time to do so - and waits for us so patiently.

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