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Tammie was 3 months old when the two of use were dressed to go out. She was in my arms when I stopped to look in the mirror. She was so pretty in her tiny yellow sweater and I asked God how I could be so lucky to have her. That picture has always stayed in my mind. I realize indeed how fortunate I have been to have her in my life.
Tammie's Mom
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