I glimpse her, glowing, and as if it's feeding the fire, the the air is sucked out of me.
Every burning desire I had for my daughter flashes before me.
I don't have to look at her to feel the love.
Every fiber of my being kindles fiercely for her, an eternal flame.
JEB
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Jenni Baby,
When I look at Celia, the flames dance, like staring at our campfires on the river bank. And the flames ARE eternal.
L2A4
P.S. For her own safety, we locked Grandma Sandy up in the dog kennel last night.
Eternal indeed.
I love her red curls. Of course, I am very partial to them. I clipped one of Raigan when she was about Celia's age. Still have it and it is still beautiful.
She will be in your hearts forever.
Praying for Celia and your family, that each day together would be fully lived.
Love and hugs and prayers,
Debi
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