I remember thinking how lucky Britanie and TJ were to have their Nana. I called their Nana, Mom. And although they looked like the same person - they were nothing alike. We all said we would have loved to have been raised by Nana. Mom loved being a grandmother and Britanie and TJ really had so much fun with her. Apparently, this happens to all parents. I wasn't there to personally experience the stories I've heard about the Church kids growing up, but really - listen to these retired beach combers skyping with Lilly. Who'da thunk?
Sunday, March 20, 2011
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