Each day brings beauty. Some days I have to look very hard, but it is always there. One days beauty is not the same as the next.
Today, it may be difficult for many of us to find the beauty, as our sweat
Emma Rose is in heaven. I can't say she left us, for she will be forever with us. And although your Uncle Terry and I did not physically hold you, we hold you in our hearts.

Tomorrow will bring a different beauty.
Good night Sweet Pea.
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