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3 gifts loud …

… The cry of my baby boy … he came into the world fighting to live … yelling … he has been doing that ever since, lol … Big, booming voice … then and now.

… Thunder crashing … makes me appreciate being warm, dry … safe from the storm.

… Mocking bird outside my window … Singing a trill of notes … off in the distance I hear them repeated.  I wonder what they are saying?

Thank you, Father, for three gifts loud!

 

 

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