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A lovely friend....

I've had several friend requests on fb from people who know Ally in England... and a couple of them have become dear friends already.

These ladies are so sweet and kind to Ally and her companion!

Two of them send me updates if they've just seen them and one of them will send me pics she's taken of her/them. Until you've had a child gone for any amount of time that you also can't speak to, except twice a year.... just write to and email with once a week... it's hard to imagine what it's like to receive updates from someone who's close to them wherever they are.... I am SOOO beyond grateful! xx

I woke up to 3 new photos today and seriously this girl of mine brings me joy beyond joy from halfway around the world.... it's as if that through that smile of hers her spirit jumps out and warms my heart and communes with my spirit in a way that no other earthly being can.


What an amazing Sunday morning gift!!

I feel so utterly blessed....

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