There's something about those ringlets, that gorgeous smile, the amazing manners.
Each time Vashti walks my way, Aneesha seems to emerge a couple of years younger.
Maybe its true, all lovely little girls are made that way.
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Children, it's been said, help us grow. We sure have through ours. There have been moments - trying as well as testing, but those impish smiles have always won us over. We fear we shall lose these moments, these proverbial rites of passage as the years go by. So here's a little something that will help us celebrate the life they have given us. We wouldn't want it any other way.
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