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This is what Sammy does all day long. If it's not the cupboards, it's the bedroom doors. (Please excuse the mess. Samantha and Callie got into some boxes of stuff I have to put away. That was Monday, and I still haven't done anything about it. I'll get to it, tomorrow.)





This is also a picture that I took of Samantha yesterday. There's something about it that I just love -- a certain glow, a certain angelic essence to it. She's just walking to me from the hall, but in that moment I feel like something else was captured. Maybe it's her eyes, or her hair how it perfectly frames her face and the cute little curls at the end, or her pretty little rosey lips. I just think, as her biased mom, that she looks so pretty, so pure and absolutely delightful. The other picture of Sammy that I really like is on the right hand column -- in her striped sweater. Marcus's dad had said something about that picture that, of course, made me cry. I hope he doesn't mind me sharing it, but he had said that that picture was a glimpse of what Sammy would look like perfected. I guess I feel a little that way about this picture. Her perfect spirit shines through those eyes and little grin and this is a glimpse of what our little Sammy will look like when her body is perfected. We are so blessed to have her. What a sweetheart.