To every thing there is a season, and a time for every purpose under the heaven.
Monday, September 07, 2009
Labor of Love
It took three weekends. He routed all of the edges to make them smooth. Had a few setbacks. Injured a finger. But, he finished. One tired daddy, and one happy girl.
It took three weekends. He routed all of the edges to make them smooth. Had a few setbacks. Injured a finger. But, he finished. One tired daddy, and one happy girl.
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