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1706-1725

1706. Spontaneous evenings with dear friends
1707. Mini vacations/shopping trips
1708. Lots of beautiful fabrics from Auburn's fabric warehouse and of course, Marden's
1709. Blake and Cole helping carry fabric rolls that were bigger than they are
1710. Blake, Cole and Avonlea's delight in the water (at the hotel pool)
1711. New razors :)
1712. Boys on wood piles
1713. Boys (including daddys) throwing & stacking wood
1714. Cole's enthusiasm in the music/spoon banging tent at the Common ground fair
1715. The joy children bring to all ages
1716. Hay piles and big jumps
1717. Cole holding my hand the first 10 times he jumped - and then being ready to jump on his own (thankful that in most areas he still needs my hand)
1718. Avonlea maturing a months worth in 3 days time (pulling up, climbing stairs - wanting to walk etc..)
1719. Cole showing Avonlea the right way to eat watermelon (she was trying to eat it rind first) and then saying "Yeah, Avi" when she did it right
1720. Custom made (by daddy) art stations/desks for the boys - and how much they've enjoyed using them
1721. The reminder that no matter how heavy the storm is, God is sovereign and there is no reason to fear
1722. Counting down days until Grandma comes - 4!
1723. Counting down days until the Berea women't retreat - 5!
1724. Cole's arm wrapped around his sister
1725. Blake - my little helper

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