I am thankful for many things in my life, but none more exalted than the fact that several decades ago, a plainspoken Mennonite man and woman brought into this world a beautiful, shining girl child—that I would one day come to call “Rags”. It took several decades after that for our lives to collide, but I haven’t regretted a minute of our time together since. Happy birthday, sweet woman!
Blessed Day
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